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  • A wise teacher once asked me, during the brink of my junior year in high school, “What is happiness?”

    I had always been an inquisitive person. For as long as I can remember I had to question everything because to me, questioning seemed to make light of the topic, even if it was something completely nonsensical as: “Are unicorns really underwater narwhals”, “Why is a tomato considered a vegetable”, and “Why do malls exist?”
    I was young, cocky even, when it came to the definition of happiness. To me, happiness was freedom, isolation from others in the variable pursuit of self-discovery and knowledge. As the year progressed however, I realized that my definition started to change as I became closer and closer with people who, even at this moment, still affect me. As I write this now, I think of them. As I write this now, I think of my definition, and I have come to a declaration of sorts.
    The definition of happiness is not isolation. Freedom is a key component; however, it is the freedom to meet new people, love them, and allow them to come into your life, to help change you, and when the time comes to let them go, you acknowledge their departure.
    I only wish that I could have told him before I left.
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