I am a happy person. I can’t remember a time when I was happier. I love the city in which I live, my career is progressing (or so I think it is), I’m exploring new places and learning new things and expanding my interests, and I’ve found the love of my life and get to spend every single day with him. Despite all this, every time I remember any of my dreams when I rise in the morning, something negative is there. Someone is denouncing me, a body of a loved one is getting mutilated, or someone is outright betraying me. Sometimes when I reflect on this, I wonder if I’m really meant to be happy. Maybe there is some person or force out there that really doesn’t want me to attain happiness.

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