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It seems that I write the most when I'm feeling down-feeling blue-feeling anything but good...
So now-when things are going my way-when things are the way I like them, and I'm smiling more than usual...I feel like I lose the little creativity I had...
Have you ever met an artist of any sort who was truly happy?
I want to be one.
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with happy comes calm, comes lack of strife, comes no knife to twist and bleed ink.
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thoughts.
no, I can't do that.
I'd like to write about something happy, but the words aren't there. Why are they never there?
I want to write happy, but my limbs move too sadly to write that way.
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I made two journals;
one light, uplifting, inspirational,
and one, of course, the opposite.
I had to stop
before I bought another journal
because it wasn't the right color.
I was hoping that having two journals
would help me focus on the happy.
Instead I just watched the ratio
get more and more dim
until I can't fill the bright book any more,
not even with the pretty lies
it seems most suited for.
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Unhappy is just happy plus a couple of letters. When we shed the weight of the U&N then we are once again happy. Carrying that weight just makes us stronger, able to help others carry theirs... the un is the contrast that teaches us appreciation for the light and that helps guide and push us through the dark, knowing what is ahead. Sometimes sadness can feel its own kind of happy, appreciating the full spectrum of feeling and being alive.
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That's a mature perspective. I could comment on that.
Or I could be immature and say, "But why are you blaming the United Nations for everything?!" because U and N are capitalized... not recognizing the shifting signifiers and all... God bless Jacques Derrida...
But seriously, yes. I also think when happiness is put in perspective as an outcome rather than a goal it becomes more meaningful. Because it's not happiness itself that should be the goal, but happiness because of something.
The pursuit of happiness is a little like the pursuit of good weather.
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I wanted to make some clever connection to the "UN" the my U N but I am fresh out of clever. Good weather is perspective as well... rain can be bothersome or beautiful, sunshine can be warming or blinding. I prefer sunshine, but sometimes I wish for a cloud or two... and rain to calm the dust and grow the trees that shade me.
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culinary_epiphanies on red
what_made_you_smile_today on red
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I am happy when it snows. Usually.
Sunday evening at Lola Rosa with friends, a great meal, which turned that night into a dream about "iced curry peaches" and a questionnaire with impossible questions:
1. Who at your table was sitting closest to Jesus?
2. Was anyone at your table in possession of marijuana? On a scale from one to five.
...Now I'm craving iced curry peaches. I don't know if it's something I've ever tasted or even heard of before. I guess I can just buy a peach, slice it, put it in the freezer, then take it out when it's nice and frozen and sprinkle it with curry powder. Or maybe just buy frozen fruit in the first place? Should try this and report back...
Another thought that makes me happy: it's been a dream (non-literal) of mine, ever since I was five or six, to go to Antarctica someday. With global warming on my side, I might retire to some beachfront property there in 2050. I shouldn't look on the fake bright side, though, should I? But I really do want to visit Antarctica.
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curry is good on everything. curry makes me happy and smiley.
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what made me smile today? misty fog settling and floating around the redwoods while I walked with my heartmate and doggie through the woods on a orange clay dirt trail, it smelled so wonderful.
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