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I don't write it here anymore because I'm not sure it even helps. I feel like my life is plagued by disappointments and malcontent, where elation is but a moment in a century of time. I'm just not sure if I'm even capable of being happy anymore.
"Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know."
- Ernest Hemingway
I remember seeing it on the wall at a Mellow Mushroom in Orlando and it made me smile. Another point I came across in class last week was "Affluenza." The premise being that those who have many material possessions, the affluent, are never satisfied by these belongings and always desire more. I think it's a somewhat humorous perpetual cycle mankind goes through. The poor wish to be rich, so that their monetary problems would be solved and life would be easy. But, it seems there is just something in the human spirit, for those who are aware of the complicated world around us, that finds more problems then solutions. Because, the answer really isn't money. The answer is there is no answer. At least I haven't found it yet, maybe I can someday be enlightened.
Some days my loneliness is more apparent, but it is always hovering in my subconscious. The truth is I don't have anyone I feel particularly close to, not that this is a drastic change in my life. It has been some time since I believed this void was filled. Come to think of it, it seems only after I had lost something did I come to appreciate what it was at all.
I feel out of place more often than not. I need to find a better way to release the burden of my thoughts. I long for someone to relate to, someone to stretch out that helping hand and be my psychological savior. I'm drowning with no life guard in sight, as a great white lurks awaiting it's dying prey.
"Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know."
- Ernest Hemingway
I remember seeing it on the wall at a Mellow Mushroom in Orlando and it made me smile. Another point I came across in class last week was "Affluenza." The premise being that those who have many material possessions, the affluent, are never satisfied by these belongings and always desire more. I think it's a somewhat humorous perpetual cycle mankind goes through. The poor wish to be rich, so that their monetary problems would be solved and life would be easy. But, it seems there is just something in the human spirit, for those who are aware of the complicated world around us, that finds more problems then solutions. Because, the answer really isn't money. The answer is there is no answer. At least I haven't found it yet, maybe I can someday be enlightened.
Some days my loneliness is more apparent, but it is always hovering in my subconscious. The truth is I don't have anyone I feel particularly close to, not that this is a drastic change in my life. It has been some time since I believed this void was filled. Come to think of it, it seems only after I had lost something did I come to appreciate what it was at all.
I feel out of place more often than not. I need to find a better way to release the burden of my thoughts. I long for someone to relate to, someone to stretch out that helping hand and be my psychological savior. I'm drowning with no life guard in sight, as a great white lurks awaiting it's dying prey.