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I must send my glee to whatever entity was responsible for crafting today (and to myself if that entity was me) because today was a masterpiece by anyone's standards. Happiness is a black magic dressed up as a science and I don't understand why the world looks so full of color some days but I don't think that I care to know. My friends and your friends and their friends and everyone who wants something from you will have you and I and all of our friends believe that this feeling is elusive and stashed in a box but the box is in your head and the box isn't locked. What more do we own than our thoughts and sentiments and attitudes and what more an appropriate thing is there to have sole possession of?
I am always gravitated towards the tenet that the people who are the most satisfied with life are the ones that find humor in all of the darkest conditions of humankind, so that is how I find myself naturally inclined to live my life, which, I might add, is doomed to an inevitable and tragic(?) death that will be considered another fairly insignificant event in a long string of insignificant events.
Sounds pretty dandy to me
I am always gravitated towards the tenet that the people who are the most satisfied with life are the ones that find humor in all of the darkest conditions of humankind, so that is how I find myself naturally inclined to live my life, which, I might add, is doomed to an inevitable and tragic(?) death that will be considered another fairly insignificant event in a long string of insignificant events.
Sounds pretty dandy to me