"Happiness is when you have somebody to go to the canteen with..." I remember how a senior mentioned this in my freshman year, with sadness in his eyes. At 19, I thought that was bull.
Last week, I found myself thinking of the same thing - Happiness is when you have somebody to go to the canteen with. At 28, I didn't think that was bull anymore. How weird it is that some things only come with age. That's, I reckon, the first joy in life.
What is the second? To me, it's very simple - Happiness is when people understand what you're saying. Listening is one thing; understanding is another. There are too many people who listen without understanding. So, do you understand?
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