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Elizabe✝h
Hi there.

I'm Elizabeth and I
like to write.
I wish I knew
where I was going
Humm

There are certain truths that I live by
One. I am Eilzabethbutwhatsinaname
Two. I seek happinessbutwhatshappinesswithoutsadness
Three. I pursue self-actualizationbutwhatifidontlikewhatifind
Four. I happily owe everything to Jesus Christ, my saviour and my God. I live for You alone.

Toronto, the city

I like Toronto. I live here.
It's kind of small compared to other cities, I think. Not quite as developed. The subway coverage really sucks.
But I like Toronto. It's urban and vibrant and so diverse. I want to explore it all!

A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one

Jane Eyre
The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas
Holes
If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things
Le petit prince
The English Patient
The Great Gatsby


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"YOU WERE SAD? I THOUGHT YOU WERE ALWAYS HAPPY I DON'T BELIEVE YOU"
Wednesday, February 5, 2014 || 11:13 PM

I've had a thought
Or, well, for a long time I've thought this thought

I think the people who laugh the loudest, for whom smiles come the easiest, and who project the most happiness
are at the same time
the people who cry the most often and most easily.

The common conclusion, one we'd arrive to if analyzing this in high school, therefore, is that these laughy smiley people are actually frowning crying people and that their outward appearance is just a mask they project, the person they want to be and want others to see.

But I don't think that's right. I don't think these people are especially sad people.

I think these people are simply emotional. They feel and experience a wide range of emotions. Their smiles may come easy and often, but I think the same goes for their tears. I think it's important to remember the decibel at which someone's laugh may measure may not necessarily correlate with their measure of happiness. It's the level of expression.  
Especially when looking at these unfailingly happy people, it's kind of hard to tell.

The reason I find this important to say is just because I find when people encounter happy-go-lucky people, they, for some reason, think they're just really happy all the time.

But I would like to remind all
that the people you think are impervious to sadness
because of the cheery smiles present on their faces every time you see them
are also the people that cry the most easily and most often.
The people most overcome with happiness
are the people most overcome with sadness too.

I really don't think I'm wrong.