Personal Narrative: The Happiness Project

I woke up. I went school. I ate and then I slept. Day in and day out my routine hardly changed, and I was happy with this. There was comfort in my little bubble of security and predictability. One day, while searching for a book to pass the time, I noticed a bright yellow-spined book that, get this: made me… smile? I picked it up and questioned the title, “The Happiness Project? You can’t work on happiness, it’s a feeling, you can’t analyze that.” Now I was curious, so I read. I never expected 289 pages to shake my world so dramatically.

By the end of the first chapter I was about to call it quits. It’s not that I didn’t like your’e book, I appreciated your talent and was certain that it was beneficial to someone, but not me. I saw too much