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This and one other passage, I hold most dear to me. As my other favorite author, Chuck Palahniuk, would say, “Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of effort of everybody I’ve ever known” (Invisible Monsters).
A perfect example of coincidence and destiny weaving itself into my daily life is when I found The Way to Happiness: A Common Sense Guide To Better Living. There is no author listed. It just seems to be a guide; I found it waiting for me at the top of the trash can at a organic juice store. Normally, I would never, EVER reach into a trash bin, let alone look inside one, but this book was calling to me, and there was no trash on top of it. So I let my hope in fate take over my fear of germs, and I reached into grab it. I open it to the first article. The title of this passage has to do with giving: “Why I Gave This Book To You (Happiness 3).” I keep reading “Your survival is important to me (Happiness 3).” Boom! The first passage is over, and my stomach starts churning, a mix between excitement and nerves. The guide says the first step to happiness is to give this book away to someone else, even before one reads it. I stuff it in my purse, selfishly, and I think to myself, “Karma can wait; it’s my turn to be happy.”