It's rare that we get snapshots of when we were truly happy.

My wants used to be so much simpler.

Some cereal that maybe if we were lucky had sugar in it.

Good cartoons.

No school that day.

Possibly video games.

But that was it.

Why do we become so complex, and stop letting the simple good things in life make us happy?

Still. Remembering when I was really happy makes me think I'll learn to be happy again all the time, instead of in fits and bursts.

I just need to relax my temper, and be positive. And if I can't be positive, act positive anyway, until I am more positive.

Hmm. I feel better already.