Due to my apparent inability to think independently or write anything profound these past few days, I decided to leave my dear readers with some wisdom from the The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants book:
"Maybe, she thought as she walked, Brian McBrian was onto something important. Maybe happiness didn't have to be about the big, sweeping circumstances, about having everything in your life in place. Maybe it was about stringing together a bunch of small pleasures. Wearing slippers and watching the Miss Universe contest. Eating a brownie and vanilla ice cream. Getting to level seven in Dragon Master and knowing there were twenty levels to go.
Maybe happiness was just a matter of the little upticks-the traffic signal that said 'Walk' the second you got there-and the downticks-the itchy tag at the back of your collar-that happened to every person in the course of a day. Maybe everybody had the same alotted measure of happiness within each day.
Maybe it didn't matter if you were a world-famous heartthrob or a painful geek. Maybe it didn't matter if your friend was possibly dying.
Maybe you just got through it. Maybe that was all you could ask for." (Page 282)
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