Neelam Saxena ChandraThe heart is delighted by the first, The other makes the mind go numb; Happiness and gloom like twins, Holding the hands together come!
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Happiness and gloom are two sides of the same coin. We can’t have one without the other. Both are essential for life. Happiness is the feeling of joy that comes from something good happening to us at that moment.
On the other hand, sadness is the feeling of pain that comes from something bad happening to us at that moment. A central aspect of our lives is how we react to these two emotions throughout our lifetime. Both are important parts of our lives, but they are different.
Happiness sets us on the path toward future joy, while sadness sets us on the path towards future sorrows.
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