Happiness is about giving
A person becomes happy to the same extent to which he or she gives happiness to other people.
I visited my brother this summer whom I had not seen for some time. I was really happy to see my close family and my two nieces who had grown up a lot since last time. I've always been the nice uncle I guess, always carefull about bringing gift since i don't see them too often, but without really finding the really gift nice. So this time, I really wanted to do it differently. She is 14 years old, what can please a 14-year-old preteen girl... I finally went to a Superdry store and doubled my initial budget to offer her a hoodie, soft fabric, well finished, a beautiful color, as I would have liked to be offered at her age. When she opened the gift and I saw her face glowing with happiness, I felt a great pleasure myself and even a few shivers went through my body. It did something to me. I don't know why, but maybe it's the effect it has on many of us, when we see the emotion of the one who receives, we are immediately overwhelmed by a feeling of happiness.
However much you have been wanting and hoping and dreaming of meeting the person of your dreams, it is only when you meet them that you will start missing them. It seems that the presence of an object is required to make its absence felt (or to make the absence of something felt). A kind of longing may have preceded their arrival, but you have to meet in order to feel the full force of your frustration in their absence.
In a relationship, one mind revises the other; one heart changes its partner. This astounding legacy of our combined status as mammals and neural beings is limbic revision: the power to remodel the emotional parts of the people we love, as our Attractors [coteries of ingrained information patterns] activate certain limbic pathways, and the brain’s inexorable memory mechanism reinforces them.
Who we are and who we become depends, in part, on whom we love.
I don't know the question, but sex is definitely the answer.
My love keeps growing more passionate and egoistic, while his is waning and waning, and that's why we're drifting apart."
She went on musing.
"And there's no help for it. He is everything for me, and I want him more and more to give himself up to me entirely. And he wants more and more to get away from me. We walked to meet each other up to the time of our love, and then we have been irresistibly drifting in different directions. And there's no altering that."