What is your own definition of happiness? (1)

As usual, I scroll down the facebook and instagram screen, see what other people are doing, see their happiness. If I feel like they're doing better than me, I can't help comparing myself to them. I just can't.

All the travel pictures, all the beauty pictures, all the perfect-shaped body, I do nothing but envy.

Because I'm a greedy one, I want to own all those fancy, sparkle, perfect things. Also, I'm lazy. So I'm just sitting around here, moaning, crying as why my ongoing life is so boring.

I decided to ask someone about this. 

First, "How the hell they can do all that stuff?"

Second, "What do I truly want?", do I really want those, or, more practically, need those?

and "Can I ever have those?"

I don't know any of that yet.

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1. "How they...?"

Personally I think I don't need to know all that. Reading about other people is the best way to mess with my head. Fck 'em. 

2. "What do I truly want?"

I will figure this out eventually. What is my definition of happiness?

I suppose when I can fully answer this very question, the third one will no longer be a mystery: I can choose whether or not to have those. 

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First up, mine.