It was a night of drinking with my buddy on a Monday and I was reminiscing about the old times when these thoughts struck me. Oh, how I missed the old times and how naive we were, the seemingly perfect moment where I'd felt happiness... only at hind sight. But it sure didn't feel it that way then, pain is relative, and every day felt like a chore, being a student, schooling, being graded by your grades.
But going to work, seeing the other kids chasing each other, running around the neighbourhood, giving our all in our puppy love... that felt akin to happiness; or was it only a hindsight thing?
Do we really know what happiness was? Or it is just all a memory?

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