It's funny to think about exactly what happiness is, because everyone can tell when they are happy, but they can't tell exactly why they are happy.
I'm normally happy when I am writing things or working at the afterschool play, but why am I happy?
Because I'm doing something I like?
Why do I like it?
Because its making a representation of myself for others to see?
Why does making a representation of myself for others to see make me happy?
Because it makes me feel important?
Why does making myself feel important make me happy?
Because it makes me feel powerful and secure?
Why does feeling powerful and secure make me happy?
Each question just leads another, until I make the conclusion that I cannot anwser anymore questions, the conclusion that happiness is metaphysical: it can't be explained... it can be explained "how" or "why" chemichally, but we cannot explain "how" or "why" certain things instigate those chemichals which make happiness. So, I don't really know what happiness is to me.
I'm normally happy when I am writing things or working at the afterschool play, but why am I happy?
Because I'm doing something I like?
Why do I like it?
Because its making a representation of myself for others to see?
Why does making a representation of myself for others to see make me happy?
Because it makes me feel important?
Why does making myself feel important make me happy?
Because it makes me feel powerful and secure?
Why does feeling powerful and secure make me happy?
Each question just leads another, until I make the conclusion that I cannot anwser anymore questions, the conclusion that happiness is metaphysical: it can't be explained... it can be explained "how" or "why" chemichally, but we cannot explain "how" or "why" certain things instigate those chemichals which make happiness. So, I don't really know what happiness is to me.

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