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Happiness is a pinkstar.
2000-10-06. 20:47:34.

I noticed a wrinkle today. Not a laugh line. A wrinkle. It must have come from all those years of not smiling, of self-punishment and self-abuse. It must have come from all those years I lived in fear of taking away someone else's laugh, someone else's happiness.

See, I used to think that happiness was earned. You did your good deed and that made you glad to be alive. When I didn't get what I thought I deserved, I started to take.

What I have grown to understand is that happiness is what you make of it, it is in your own hands. I know this because I have mine now. I have my pinkstar, my supernova, my own little pulsating pulsar existance in my own little universe.

My point is this (I think): Others will try to take what you have. Others have tried to take pinkstar. They were sucked into it's black, dead, cold, empty nothingness, just as I was, just as you will be if you fly too close, Icarus.

Happiness: Touch it and let it feel you. Inhale it and let it take your breathe away.

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