Happiness.

I didn't have the easiest childhood. I know, I know, that is what everyone says. There are problems in every family, there are always money issues at some point, the teenage years are hard on everyone, etc. These are the things that happen to everyone. They may be four or they maybe fifty-four but that doesn't really matter does it? What matters is how that four year old is going to deal with the difficulties life throws at them or what the fifty-four year old does with the rest of their life.

When problems crop up some people go into recluse, hide away within themselves and go about the normal day feeling hollow. Some publisize their problems hoping to get pity, but not help, never help. Then, once in a very long while there is the person who finds the gold on the other side of the rainbow. These are the people who can say "yes, life is hard and sometimes it sucks, but I'm alive and it is beautiful outside." They are the people who dance in the rain and catch snowflakes on their tongue. People smile for various reasons, to hide something, to cover up their misery, to create a strong illusion. But these speacial, amazing people can smile because for one moment things are good.

I suppose I don't have extremely strong beliefs yes, at fifteen I'm still working on it. I haven't decided about religion or what I want to do with my life yet because I have yet to find something I can imagine doing the rest of my life. I decided when I was very young, maybe about eight, that I will be one of those special happy people because although there is always some rotten things in life I'd rather ignore all that and live in an alternate universe, where I am happy, becauseright now my one solide belief is as simple and complex as it gets, I believe in happiness.