Keeping Happiness

Happiness is a warm gun.
Come on, get happy!
Turn that frown upside down!

Out of all the lyrics, quotes or sayings there are in the world, they can never justify what true happiness is.
I used to think that being happy, or becoming happy was something you should only let be achievable on your own.
Not because of material objects.
Not because of a person.
And not because something incredible happened to you.
I used to think that being a happy person meant that you are comfortable with yourself, you enjoy who you are, and you take each step with pride and joy because the path you're on is smooth and headed towards the right direction in life.
But I learned that you need some sort of spark that ignites being happy.
I'm the kind of person where being okay with myself can't make me happy, so there is where I went wrong.
If I can't be happy with the life I live, how can I expect others to follow my point of view?
I can't.
Sometimes you need something or someone in your life that makes your life that much better.

Music.
Writing.
Photography.
Cookies.
Theses things make me happy.
Make me sane.

In recent days, some discussions about certain people being with another have risen, in many different situations.
I, myself, have been torn because of the union of two people.
I could never understand why this person disregarded my feelings and disregarded my requests.
But my view has taken a different course.
After talking, I've come to realize something.
Even though I never wanted them to be together, I'm more than okay that they are.
And it's because he makes her happy.
Why should I deny her her happiness?
It doesn't matter anymore - my vision of this other person - I can see it in her eyes, I can hear it in her words.
He makes her happy and that is all that should matter.
If you can find someone that makes you happy, why should you let anyone stop you from keeping your happiness?
In another instance, what I happen to be going through may be stupid, risky, and might be a waste of my heart to some people, but I know and feel it differently.
Some ask, why do I bother again?
Easy.
Because he makes me happy.
Please don't deny me my happiness.
It's all I've wanted.
It's all I've needed.
Let me keep my happiness.