Every once in a while happens that when you clean up your desk,
you find a little piece of paper in your own handwriting that you totally had forgotten
about. The paper might translate into words exactly what you were thinking."My happiness is not the means to any end. It is the end. It is its own goal.
It is its own purpose". Ayn Rand.
(Or not).*The photo belongs to Virginie, the happiest french girl I've met.