When I stand in front of the mirror and look at myself, my mind unknowingly asks, are you doing well? Are you happy? Am I really happy?
Or is it all just a habit, it's an eternal habit of girls to make everyone happy by being happy themselves. I don't understand when it turns into a difficult habit when I walk around telling lies. Making myself happy is also an art. No, how much you are burning in your mind, "The happiness of the family is due to the happiness of the woman".
Standing in front of his reflection, he smiles and replies, I am fine... I am happy... I must be happy, their art of showing themselves happy is the biggest proof of how perfect artists they are. Their smile is the biggest proof. I am happy, there was a time when I also used to practice being happy, I thought I would learn that art too, the art of being happy, but not everyone can achieve all the arts,
So I keep trying to see if I can ever succeed in this habit of being happy.