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The Real Me (Pt 2)

Here's the concluding part of my last post.
Fun: The real me is fun loving and easy going. I am not the type that takes life issues too too serious. This may appear shocking to you if you know me, but be rest assured it is the truth. I am all for having a good fun-filled time (all the time). I just wonder how those living the uptight life do it. Sadly, a lot of my pals are losing the fun element. They are getting all 'grown up'. I guess the task of rescue falls upon my shoulders.

It is my goal to live a life of happiness, nothing is going to stand in my way, not education, not the pursuit of success, not even the paper chase. What does happiness even mean? To you, to me? Happiness to me is the joy that comes with the contentment that comes with living in the fulfillment of my God-given destiny. Are you still with me? This is the summary of the matter:

"My main ambition in life is to be happy, to make God happy, and to spread happiness. Everything else I do is like a hobby."

This is what differentiates me from every me-wannabe.

In conclusion, I will seize this opportunity to still flog this overflogged issue: You are the best version of you there can be. Nobody can be as you as you, take the you that you are and make the best out of it. 

Salam

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