Friday, May 25, 2007

- Left right, left left right. -

How could I forget the happiness that my cousin brought to me when I was there?



The happiness I felt with those around me? Was the culprit because it was temporary? Is happiness temporary?


When I walked into my mothers bathroom today, I saw the most beautiful, natural red roses I've ever seen. They were blood red. Fresh blood red. It made me happy for a while. What makes happiness? Someone tried to argue that you should be careful. Because what you might think to be happiness, you may have been pursuing pleasure. And I respond, what if I was merely pursuing pleasure and that is my happiness? Then what is stopping me from being happy?


There may not have been happy, but at least I can go down the memorable path with the many stories to tell. Instead of 'trying' to go down happy which meant staying away from the kerb. Pleasure brings excitement and temporary happiness and in the long term, memories. What's wrong with that?
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And what's wrong if happiness came in a big tall bottle that says, 37% alcohol?

Absolut-ly nothing.

-{ missing you 5/25/2007 07:01:00 pm }-