Badaboum.

I wanted to tell him that I was afraid he could never love me the way I wanted to be loved. I was afraid that he didn’t really have the capacity to love anyone but himself. I was afraid that he would break my heart again, given the chance.

People universally tend to think that happiness is a stroke of luck, something that will maybe descend upon you like fine weather if you are fortunate enough. But that’s not how happiness works. Happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it, and sometimes even travel around the world looking for it. You have to participate relentlessly in the manifestations of your own blessings. And once you have achieved a state of happiness, you must never become lax about maintaining it…