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la balance ♎ :
si tu n'es pas heureux avec ce que tu voulais, c'est que tu l'as mal obtenue.
2026-06-08 08:35:41
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ngunda_26
Mc ⚜️ :
La vie est un piège subtil : chaque objectif atteint devient le point de départ d’une nouvelle course, et le bonheur que l’on croyait saisir s’éloigne encore….💔
2026-06-08 18:29:57
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jullmbengou24
Jull Fred M’bengou :
Le bonheur absolu n’est qu’une illusion
2026-06-07 19:56:55
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top66917
Top santé plus :
Le vrai bonheur c’est Jésus-Christ
2026-06-08 13:47:45
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tugonza.jephet2
Tugonza Jepheté :
Avant tu priais sans relâche. Maintenant la paresse et l'ennui ce sont installés. Que Dieu rallume la flamme de la prière en toi.
2026-06-09 13:34:33
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un_coach_deplus_de_lacad
Coach Daniel :
Ne cherche pas ton bonheur ailleurs, trouve ton bonheur en Dieu en toi, et cherche quelqu'un qui en rajoute
2026-06-08 07:00:30
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jonasmapendo032
Jonas Mapendo✝️📖 :
Le vrai bonheur c'est d'avoir Jésus-christ 🥰
2026-06-09 05:59:04
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itisyoung2
it'sy :
le bonheur se trouve dans le chemin qui te permet d'obtenir cette chose et non à la fin du chemin!!
2026-06-08 05:39:05
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sanah_1000
SanaH :
Moi je n'ai même plus la force de me battre car la personne pour laquelle je le faisait vient de me quitter, eeeh Dieu.😞
2026-06-08 19:41:40
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abdoulayesacko790
Abdoulaye Sacko :
souvent les choses arrivent quand on a plus besoin 😭😭😭😭
2026-06-08 20:09:52
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el_joe435
𝗲𝗹 𝗷𝗼𝗲🍃 :
Toute notre vie oscille comme un pendule entre la souffrance et l’ennui. 😭 Nous souffrons de ce que nous n’avons pas, puis, une fois nos désirs satisfaits, l’ennui s’installe. 🤧 Pour Arthur Schopenhauer, le bonheur n’est qu’une brève parenthèse entre ces deux états. Et personnellement chuis d’accord avec lui🤧car c’est réelle
2026-06-08 05:33:19
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tchouza
Tchoutchou🍀 :
C’est pour sa on dit que la quête du bonheur est parfois plus belle que le bonheur lui-même
2026-06-09 07:06:12
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kouassiandrea4788
kouassi Andrea :
Ce qui ne t’ai pas destiné ne pourra te rendre heureux, c’est pourquoi il faut se connaître soi-même pour pouvoir désiré quelque chose ou quelqu’un, sinon on mènera le mauvais combat et on fera des choix , on va passer à lutter pour des trucs qui ne font pas partie de notre destinée. Demeurons en prière pour que Dieu nous accorde l’esprit du discernement 🙏🙏🙏
2026-06-09 23:44:28
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filsunique24_0
Homer Simpson ⚖️♊ :
Le plus dur, c’est de réaliser que ce n’était pas ça qui manquait. 😥💔
2026-06-08 19:02:39
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sanogoaboubacar104
Chamss 10 :
longue vie à nos parents 💔 je sais de quoi je vous parle 🥹💔💔
2026-06-08 17:22:49
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defoumar8
M. Oumar Def :
Tout simplement parce que le Bonheur vient de l'intérieur et non de l'extérieur. Le matériel nous donne de l'euphorie, mais l'état du coeur donne la veritable Joie.
2026-06-08 17:33:52
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dodo_pelah1
Dodo🧿 :
C'est juste qu' un bonheur absolu n'existe pas, ce n'est qu'une illusion. Un besoin satisfait créé un autre besoin. Le vrai bonheur se trouve dans nos imaginations 🥰
2026-06-09 05:19:48
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leprofessionnelno16
Le professionnel :
C’est ce qu’on appelle ennui, l’absence de bonheur à son lieu attendu…
2026-06-08 11:01:42
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xavierphenix
xavierphenix :
Vivons chaque jour comme le dernier. Le bonheur ce n’est qu’une illusion.
2026-06-08 21:42:04
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ndolo_lbv
Ndolo :
Effectivement après tu te rends même comptes qu'il n'y a que Dieu qui sait exactement ce qui peut nous rendre heureux et à quel moment nous donner ce qu'on mérite. Je ne force plus dorénavant j'avance selon sa volonté 🙌
2026-06-08 02:58:09
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rahina.la.charmeu
rahina la charmeuses :
no si tu a trop convoité la chose pendant longtemps après l obtentions il y a pas d'excitation,moi personnellement je suis comme-ça quand je bat pour quelques choses après avoir obtenu la chose je ne manifeste aucune joie après je ressens un soulagement et devient plus calme je récent aucune excitation
2026-06-08 15:16:16
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christmysavi
CHRIST MY SAVIOUR 🤲🏼 :
Le désir est parfois plus intense que la possession
2026-06-08 13:16:49
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arys_animation
arys_animation :
2026-06-09 02:46:46
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user24438042816351
oooo :
que j'aille l'argent dans un bon sens Puis ne pas s'être heureux ? ça jamais.
2026-06-08 08:19:04
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afro_urban_up
Afro Urban Up :
C’est profond
2026-06-08 11:58:55
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In April 2023, I reached a breaking point. Life in Kingston had become a suffocating struggle, and as a single mother, I had to make a choice. My sister, the person I called for everything, convinced me that moving back home to Manchester was the answer. Our father was partially blind and needed help; she painted it as the perfect solution. I couldn’t bring my daughters into the
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