People are always counting on happiness, searching for happiness, dreaming of it, wishing for it, etc. Happiness is the infallible goal. But where does it really come from? Is it something you make for yourself or is it something you get from other things. Is it really possible to think that you could live your whole life alone and still be happy because you have that piece of mind? Or do you need to be surrounded by people and things to find it. Or is it something that you create, on your own and with other people making it a true emotion. Could it be a switch in your head that you can turn on and off, if you’re feeling sad just switch to happy? I have been on this quest for what seems like 3 years now, to find true happiness. I feel like something is missing where happiness is supposed to be. It’s not that I’m sad, it’s not that I’m depressed, I’m just not as happy as everyone else seems to be. Am I actually content and don’t realize it? Am I searching for something that I already have? I would say I am a pretty grateful person, I love my family and friends and am grateful for every single thing I have. Reading the July 2013 Vogue article featuring Katy Perry, I get excited thinking about her new album, and enjoy her banter with the author but see right through it. I don’t think she is truly happy because she lost the one person she trusted her life with. She wrote a quote saying, “I have to be happy in my own bed.” It really stuck with me. I associate my bed with pure happiness, but then I think back to all of those times I ruined those satin pillowcases with mascara. Where I spent many times cuddled up, crying my eyes out and clutching my stomach from that heartache you feel throughout your whole body. And I completely agreed with her. I have to be happy on my own to be happy in general, without people, without moving to a different place, without millions of shoes, without caffeine. My question is, how do we find it? I’m not sure what makes a bed the happiest place on earth. It has got to be the comfort it wraps you in whenever you need it. A bed is always there for you, always soft, and ready to make you comfortable. A bed is something you’d rather float along in the ocean with than a boat. (At least I have…) It’s that salted caramel hot cocoa on a cold day, that blanket of safety and security but with actual blankets. I see on the T.V. all the time those commercials that are animated, sunny, and kids are happy and smiling. They usually have an extremely upbeat song playing that you’re going to want to go and look up later because you think maybe it will cheer you up when it pops up “Shazam-ing” it. Like “Perfect Day,” by Hoku. I mean how can you not be happy thinking about the 90’s or Clueless. I don’t know, I’m rambling about beds now but basically what I’m trying to get at is I think for myself and everyone else that Katy Perry is right. In any instance, if I fall asleep happy, I should wake up happy in my bed. Your day only goes as well as the corners of your mouth curve.