Why is it, that each time you want to remember some happy memories all you get is a warm brown fuzz?
Is it because that we, being eternal pessimists cannot bear that soft sunshiny feeling of honey down our throats and choose to remember only the hardness of thorns in our life?
Or is it because that we being so unaccustomed to happiness ourselves, cringe at the thought of unexpected pleasures and hence dont know how to conduct ourselves?
Or is it because that feeling is so fleeting that it just disappears before we know what to make of it.
Whatever it may entail, we should strive to capture each detail of the happy scene- so that when we tap onto our reserves for happy memories, we should be overwhelmed and not left bereft.
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