One April day, on a morning just like every other morning, I had a sudden realization: I was in danger of wasting my life. As I stared out the rain-spattered window of a city bus, I saw that the years were slipping by. What do I want from life, anyway? I asked myself. Well … I want to be happy. But I had never thought about what made me happy or how I might be happier.
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