I met a guy named Happy.
I met a gal named Sunshine.
What a terrible thing for a parent to do to a child at birth...
Happiness is like yoghurt, or sourdough bread:
the secret is in the culture.
Happiness is a connective tissue
it holds people together
it rarely exists on its own
One finds happiness when they find their culture.
This is why some people love being in the army
and some people love living at an ashram
and some people love living in Key West, Florida.
But if you are happy in a Patagonia-type of work culture
you might not like working at Oracle.
For me, a culture of trust and tolerance
is key to my happiness.
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