conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled Resisting Happiness about Sydney, Australia, York with the genre: Christian Books & Bibles, Catholicism.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: the author was born in Sydney, Australia. He has dedicated his life to helping people and organizations become the-best-version-of-themselves. He is a New York Times best-selling author, an internationally acclaimed speaker, and a business consultant to some of the world's largest and most admired companies. He is the author of more than twenty books, which have sold more than twenty million copies and have been published in more than twenty-five languages.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first paragraph for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Resisting Happiness
  Looking back on today, where did you encounter resistance? It was there, wasn't it? In fact, if you really sat down and analyzed your day, you would discover that many times throughout the day you were in a tussle with resistance.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: John and I were talking one day and as usual he asked me how my daily prayer was going, and if I had any questions about what I was reading in the Bible. These were regular conversations, but from time to time I got the sense that he was getting ready to lead me to a new place, to introduce a new habit, and resistance would rise up in me. I would get defensive. My physical demeanor would tighten. I am sure my body language was horrible. Nonetheless, with my very best interests at heart, he pressed on.
  Needless to say I was resistant. When I wrote at the beginning that I have been resisting God and resisting happiness my whole life, I meant it. It wasn't just words. I resist and then I surrender. I resist and then I surrender. The surrender comes because I see the stupidity of resisting or because resisting gets to be miserable, or through grace.
  The point is, I was once again resistant to John's suggestions. As usual, it took me a few days to warm to this idea. The following Sunday I picked up a copy of the parish bulletin to see what time Mass was each day. Six forty-five a.m. Ouch! I'm not really a morning person. I like to stay up late, working deep into the night. It is not uncommon for me to go to bed at three or four a.m. Then, I noticed in tiny print at the bottom of the Mass schedule that in addition to the morning Mass on Tuesdays there was a Mass in the evening at seven thirty—perfect for me.
  So I started going to Mass on Tuesday evenings. My family and I belonged to a fairly large parish in Strathfield, a suburb of Sydney. On Sundays the church was full and bustling with lots of young families. But come Tuesday night it was quiet, just the priest and me and about eleven or twelve others.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: But come Tuesday night it was quiet, just the priest and me and about eleven or twelve others. These were regular conversations, but from time to time I got the sense that he was getting ready to lead me to a new place, to introduce a new habit, and resistance would rise up in me. I would get defensive. My physical demeanor would tighten. I am sure my body language was horrible. Nonetheless, with my very best interests at heart, he pressed on.
  Needless to say I was resistant. When I wrote at the beginning that I have been resisting God and resisting happiness my whole life, I meant it. It wasn't just words. I resist and then I surrender. I resist and then I surrender. The surrender comes because I see the stupidity of resisting or because resisting gets to be miserable, or through grace.
  The point is, I was once again resistant to John's suggestions. As usual, it took me a few days to warm to this idea. The following Sunday I picked up a copy of the parish bulletin to see what time Mass was each day. Six forty-five a.m. Ouch! I'm not really a morning person. I like to stay up late, working deep into the night. It is not uncommon for me to go to bed at three or four a.m. Then, I noticed in tiny print at the bottom of the Mass schedule that in addition to the morning Mass on Tuesdays there was a Mass in the evening at seven thirty—perfect for me.
  So I started going to Mass on Tuesday evenings. My family and I belonged to a fairly large parish in Strathfield, a suburb of Sydney. On Sundays the church was full and bustling with lots of young families.John and I were talking one day and as usual he asked me how my daily prayer was going, and if I had any questions about what I was reading in the Bible.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.. Start with the sentence 'Gratitude anchors us to the present moment, reminding us of what matters most and what matters least'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Gratitude anchors us to the present moment, reminding us of what matters most and what matters least. 
  Count your blessings. Make a list of ten people, experiences, things, or blessings you are grateful for.
  Happiness is a choice. Resistance almost always stands between you and happiness. You have to break through it to experience the happiness you yearn for and the happiness God wants for you.
  Thanks for reading. It is an honor to write for you. I hope that somewhere in all these words, on one of these pages, something helped you to see yourself, your life, and God in a different light, and I hope that new insight will give you the courage to stop resisting happiness.
  When you do break through resistance, celebrate that, and then press on to live the life God imagined for you before the beginning of time. And if you ever feel discouraged or defeated, remember this: Every moment is a chance to start anew, a chance to turn it all around.