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Happy People

Generally, I'd be described as a happy person. I'm probably one of those sickeningly positive people you know and hate or maybe love (in which case, I thank you).

And the truth is: I am happy most of the time. I do, often, choose to remain positive, but that choice isn't always so easy. Yes, I've trained my brain to recognize beauty, like slow rain and dancing trees, and good things, like the perfect song playing at just the right moment or a child's innocent musings, but I've found that people who consciously and purposely search for the good need to do so in order to survive.
Myself included.
And that thought made me very sad for myself this week. Relax, I'm not throwing myself a pity party. It just got me thinking about all the people I know, like me, who are positive, and spread positivity only to be met with criticism and condescending remarks. No, I don't live in a fantasy world where things are perfect and everyone is nice to me. In fact, I deal…

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