Happiness can be a choice

Sometimes you observe a behaviour wondering the happiness in life is never enough. Ruining it with the goals of chasing artificiality   Acquired happiness/ high . The sequence of idiocracies to follow. It is a choice which is made , a selfless stupidity which drives one self to insanity. Messing with the stupidest can trigger an insane emotion which can drive an sane creation towards destruction. A choice is made , avoiding the best . How can one ignore such clear signs of devastation . 

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  1. Unknown22 August 2020 at 12:08

    Man that is some high level stuff you have there.
    Very interesting!

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  2. Anif xec22 August 2020 at 12:43

    Thank you very much

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