I used to think there was something wrong with me. I used to think I was just too badly broken...from past experiences or situations or maybe with my personality.I couldn't understand why I would rarely feel happiness or be happy. I've come across many "happy" people and it just seemed that happiness had become of them.
But little did I know...that these people weren't happy...they were always full of joy. People who were genuinely joyful. That's why everything they seemed to touch, would grow and bloom...rather than wilt away and die. A contagious smile or feeling that you could catch from just being around them.
