Topic > The Illusion of Happiness in "Fahrenheit..." by Ray Bradbury

However, when it came time to write the essay, I was confronted with my old enemy, writing. Writing and I have a history, I have never enjoyed being in the presence of writing, due to both its mental and physical demands. Despite our deep-rooted feud, there are times when I simply cannot give up on writing, and in general with the help of guided activities, examples and therapy; Writing and I can put our differences aside for a brief moment of time. An example of this is in my argument: in the opening sentence I feel that I managed to achieve what was expected of me by creating a strong counterargument and quickly proving it wrong: "Some might argue that if an individual has become attached to a illusion, so why wake them up from that joy? Now, that's a fair point, but as we see in the book, if they wake up, they realize how unhappy they really are. As I tackle more and more assignments where I'm forced to implement writing, I'm getting more and more accustomed to the process. Writing may not be my ideal major, but I understand the importance of it rather than to fight later and