Life is like a ten speed bicycle. Most of us have gears we never use.
Happiness is anyone and anything that's loved by you.
My life has no purpose, no direction, no aim, no meaning, and yet I'm happy. I can't figure it out. What am I doing right?
Security is a thumb and a blanket. Happiness is a warm puppy.
Happiness is a warm puppy.
This is my depressed stance. When you're depressed, it makes a lot of difference how you stand. The worst thing you can do is straighten up and hold your head high because then you'll start to feel better. If you're going to get any joy out of being depressed, you've got to stand like this.
