I'm starting to think that the key to happiness is the innocence and imagination of childhood.
Almost everything I can list that makes me happy is stomped in childish nostalgia. Those simple things.
Jelly and ice cream
Drawing a picture
Stroking a dog
Maybe what we're missing is hopefulness. I feel more hopeful lately, like I used to.
I'm glad I haven't lost that.
This project is becoming a journey of happiness.
That sounds unbelievably stupid.
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