Happiness is like sand. One can never hold it in the palm of ones' hand. It slips past ones fingers and before you know it, everything is lost forever. Contain it in a bottle, and it turns moldy and clumpy. Take a photo of it, but you cannot adequately capture the soft and silky feel of it. It will just look like concrete flooring. Try to remember it, and the color will be forgotten and time will blur your memory of how it feels against your skin.
How does one capture happiness? And keep it happy and stagnant. But still happy?
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