The Meaning of Happiness
lately i've been having a really nice time for the most part. but i can't stop myself from worrying about loosing the people i care about. i feel really helpless and sometimes neglected. but that's not the point. the point is i'm trying to defrag my life, stop over analyzing everything that happens and pay more attention to the good things in my life and accept the bad. as the book i'm reading stated. "cowards die a thousand deaths, but the valiant die but once." meaning i have to start leaning to accept fear and not run from it. i'm not looking forward to people leaving because i know it will put more of a strain on the friendship i care about. i know i can't follow everyone everywhere and i don't want to follow people. i'm still searching for my own path. for my own future for my own soul mate. but i think i'm starting to realize that i can't run head long into everything and expect to come out unscathed. i'm still looking for a person willing to travel great distances. first the appellation mountain range then the mountains of chili and south America. also would love to follow jacks idea of getting a sail boat of decent size and travel to some small uninhabited island and relax and enjoy the worlds finest views. i'm done thinking i'm going to make a difference, i'm starting to realize i'm here to enjoy what the world has to offer. not drugs, not women, but pure being. enjoying the tastes the smells, the sights, the sounds. the beautiful waters.