What is your happiest memory? Describe it in rich detail — the setting, the sights, the sounds, the smells.
Do you those moments when you are so determined to be happy that you attain a sort of ‘high’ quite similar to the state of being drunk? Well, I love it when those moments happen…Most of the time, you feel quite exhausted at the end of being so hyper but the happiest memory from the previous semester of college is when my friends and I had gone to watch Iron Man 3 and the entire day I was buzzing with energy. Maybe it was just RDJ. The cold coffee. Hanging out with the people who mean he most to me. You turn a blind eye on the things that could kill the mood and revel in the happy bubble! If only every day could be like that…then again, if not for sadness, how will you recognize happiness?