I'm interested in happiness.
I mean, everyone is, I guess[1]. But I've been reading discussions like
this, and
this, and
this. And I was thinking about the cheese and pickled onion sandwich.
The thing about the cheese and pickled onion sandwich is this: provided it is the right cheese and pickled onion sandwich (that is to say one with crispy
(
Read more... )
There's an animated movie version of the Hobbit which I grew up knowing and loving (Chris couldn't sit through it, sigh, and its flaws are many I suppose, but I love it, I've always known it and it was my first introduction to Tolkien). There's a moment where, after ages of wandering lost through Mirkwood, the dwarves send Bilbo to climb a tree and see if he can get their bearings. After wandering in the dark and in fear, he suddenly breaks through into sunlight and an unexpected moment of wonder that's so great it feels closer to grief, because it's changed him forever. It felt like that. (if you want you can see it here at about 2:10-3:10, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s9uaOqLHR9c&feature=related)
...actually that's less happy and more profound. I'll come back later with a happy one. This memory is at the core of me though, and is made of joy. =)
Reply
Leave a comment