A very very very sad boy writes a poem about his depression and the people who bullied him all the time
The trees chuckled in the wind.
The rain danced away.
I trembled like a feather
Because I thought I would float away.
(Came up with this in 1 minute )
<u>Explanation</u>:
The idea that becoming rich defines whether we have a good life is not true; becomes often times the <u>happiness one gets from things they owned is short-lived.</u>
For many today including me, our definition of a <u>good life</u> has <em>changed </em>as a result of our experiences in life. Simply knowing you are loved and have loved ones makes many of us happy, and <u>there is this good feeling that sets in when you help others even in little ways.</u>
So in a sense, what we define as a good life is subjective (coming from within), and it<u> should be based on how we really feel on the inside, by asking; Do I feel good on the inside?</u>
It was the <span> National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA)</span>
The object would not be attached to the parachute.
Explanation:
because your supposed to tie/tape it together in order for it to come out as one
