When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school they asked me what Iwanted to be when I grew up, I wrote down "HAPPY". They told me I didn't understand the assignment, and I told them they didn't understand life.Being happy doesn't mean that everything is perfect. It means that you've decided to look beyond the imperfection
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