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Happiness.

Friday, September 10, 2004

'Yes, yes, yes! I was happy there. I can't stand, just now, being reminded of happiness. Don't you understand? A time when one didn't know what was coming. When one said confidently, everything is going to be lovely! Some people are wise—they never expect to be happy. I did.'

Someone who doesn't want to be reminded of happiness. She was happy, and now does't want to be reminded of happiness. I think that is such a strange way of thinking. And yet, I can remember thinking like that before. It just gives insights on the perplexity of our human brain.

Happiness—an extremely difficult to comprehend subject. I think it's rather useless reading all those self-help books on 'How to be happy' and the likes of it. Some just find happiness in the simplest things. LIke just being able to wake up every morning. Sometimes I have this distinct feeling that people who have less material belongings have more happiness. But as the case goes, sometimes money can buy happiness. I was wondering—is happiness in inverse relation to material belonging? I think maybe we have been somewhat consumed by the want to improve the technology around us. That is, wanting to get the latest stuff and also keeping up wit just about everything is wearing us out. It's just making us tired...very. And yet, I know it's difficult to let go. Okay, I digress. So anyway, happiness is super subjective to one's opinions. Surely everyone can find happiness in their own little—or not so little—ways.

I've been expressing my desire to do some dumb activities with my friends. Haha. Like, sleepovers, shopping till our legs give way, suntanning, catching up by kaffeeklatsch at some urbancityexexex coffee house, watching a movie, buying a box of popcorn and throwing it at the people in front of us and then sinking low in our seats, jamming, praying together, worshipping God together, just laughing together, doing super unconventional things together, but falling short of embarrassing ourselves yeah? And I so wanna go for a jamming session, even though I start playing the wrong song lots of times, it's superfun and makes me go h i g h.

So, back to the main topic. When can you lose your happiness? Loser. When your source of happiness is taken away from you, or when so many things in your life bog you down and cloud your happiness? I know what some magazines, like lifestyle magazines would say: focus on the essentials and don't let anything take your source of happiness away. Or find your happiness again. Do it everyday. You know, something in that line. What if the source of happiness dies? Lols. One is going to have a hard time. I myseld don't konw about that. I suppose that's why some take what they think is the easy road out of their mounting misery—death by choice. Suicide. No way should anyone attempt to do that. It's just...nuts to do that. I strongly disapprove of suicide. It's breaking God's will. He gave you the power to choose, but He also gave you the wisdom, knowledge, your conscience to guide you in your decision-making. Suicidal in like suiciding in God's will, if that makes any sense. Back to appiness, or lack thereof, I have exhausted my entire mine of views on the topic of happiness. I. Have. Nothing. To. Say. Anymore.

So anyway, I would want to learn the art of painting a picture with words. I have yet to describe an afternoon, going on so slowly one might have thought time had ceased to move, the kind of lazy afternoon that always seems to be a dreams that holds on tight to your mind, the heat evaporating your thinking skills, and slowly, oh-so-slowly, pulling you into its open arms of slumber, and the afternoon seeps away as you sleep...sleep. Then time seems to pick up from its sluggish pace...whilst the human wastes his time in the land of unrealities.

In conclusion to everything today, I still think that self-help books are useless. I don't nkow how others manage to draw happiness from those books. Maybe they can relate to it. By you see, not all books can relate to people. The ultimate self-help book for all, and is everything rolled into one is the Bible. Yes. THE BIBLE, God's word.

Have a nice day. God bless =)



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