Happiness is pretty simple: someone to love, something to do, something to look forward to.
The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four people is suffering from a mental illness. Look at your 3 best friends. If they’re ok, then it’s you.
Sorrow is how we learn to love. Your heart isn’t breaking. It hurts because it’s getting larger. The larger it gets, the more love it holds.
I finally figured out the only reason to be alive is to enjoy it.