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The world's happiness birds are dying! How does it feel to hear that? But the reality is also like this. Nowadays, the more people I see around me, the less I see who is truly happy. Everyone seems to be in a race. No one understands who is going where, what they want to get. Just a pressure, a competition, a restlessness, all of which empty the mind.

Even when people smile now, it is a very hollow smile. The eyes may shine, but no one sees how dark it is inside. Earlier, people were happy with small things. Happiness could also be found in these things like having a cup of tea, spending time with friends, talking to family. But now people want something big, something bigger. And in the process of getting that big thing, they are losing the real things in life. I think people are now so busy with their own needs, their own interests, their own dreams that they don't have time to look at the bird of happiness. But the bird of happiness is sitting right in front of their eyes, a little love, a little help, a little trust, or a person to talk to openly. These are actually the real happiness of life. But now we calculate so much, have so many responsibilities, so many plans, so many fears that that bird of happiness can slowly spread its wings.

People today are very lonely. Thousands of followers, thousands of likes on social media, yet in reality no one is by their side. If you are sad, that person is also lost somewhere. Everyone is busy in their own way, in their own world. And that's why that bird of happiness is stopping breathing. Finally, I will say this, the world has changed. People's mentality, ability to feel, and the ease of being happy have all decreased. This is perhaps why I say that the world's birds of happiness no longer fly, but just sit in some corner, silent, still, almost dead.