My idea of perfect happiness is a contradiction of sorts. Nothing is necessarily perfect. I think perfect happiness is decidedly imperfect.
It is more a thing of me being content and have frequent periods of bliss & happiness.
It means that my sad moments are not as often and short.
It means having people in my life who understand my quirks. Those people are also doing the work to make their lives better.
It means living my dreams.
What is your idea of perfect happiness?
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