How is it that one could be so happy? How can it be possible to have so much happiness contained in one's very soul? I haven't really got a great reason to be overjoyed but, at the same time how could I not be? This world is too beautiful to be true, sometimes. How could heaven be any different than this world? I know there are those moments when a hot lump seems to come up my throat every time I open my mouth and if I keep it open for too long, I burst into tears, sometimes. But don't the happy and truly wonderful moments make up for those times?