I’m really happy. I mean, I’m so darn happy it’s hard to believe it’s legal, and harder yet to figure out what the contributing factors are to this state of bliss. I must be doing something right, possibly everything, but none of this makes any sense to me. No love, no money, homeless and in financial debt; who would have thought that’s the recipe for a blissful existence? Perhaps there’s some truth to the whole “less is more”-theory after all. I never could fully believe that paradox before, but now it seems to prove itself as a rather powerful axiom. Either way, it goes to show that happiness is a state of mind more than anything, and I feel compelled to believe that outer circumstances have even lesser effect than I’ve previously ascribed them. But then
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