Love, happiness and the DGIs - Part 2 & a bit. Because it's a little entry. Not a big one.
Love, while a many splendoured thing, is also the cause of more angst, pain and tragedy than any other single entity and has been throughout history. We have cried, sighed, thrilled and killed for love.
It is so elusive, so breath-taking, so astonishingly addictive that it makes us yearn for it, crave it and obsess over it like we might the last drop of water on a hungry planet.
Oh, there's a good one. Hunger. We hunger for it, too. It intoxicates us, intrigues us, enthralls and enchants us. It frustrates us, puzzles us, confuses and bewilders us.
It also makes us happy.
If there was a bottom line, I think that'd be it - when we're in love, and loved, we're happy. Perhaps not happy 24/7 - after all, we're not robots and life's little inconveniences do annoy us - but generally, we're happy and content with things. We cope with difficulty better, we're nicer to people, things brush off of us much more easily than before and we have hope.
Would any of us not wish this on someone else?
Would any of us not want everyone to feel this?
Would any of us, seeing someone in pain, not want that person to feel some happiness?
Then you have to wonder why society would rather that we remain in pain, bound to sadness with broken wings just to suit the cultural "norm", than let us reach out and try to fly again.
Mind-boggling, really.
/end really oddly sillyfossical ramblings. Carry on. Let the silliness continue!
My toes are cold and in need of nibbling, and my ankles need to be bitten.
Just so's you know.
It is so elusive, so breath-taking, so astonishingly addictive that it makes us yearn for it, crave it and obsess over it like we might the last drop of water on a hungry planet.
Oh, there's a good one. Hunger. We hunger for it, too. It intoxicates us, intrigues us, enthralls and enchants us. It frustrates us, puzzles us, confuses and bewilders us.
It also makes us happy.
If there was a bottom line, I think that'd be it - when we're in love, and loved, we're happy. Perhaps not happy 24/7 - after all, we're not robots and life's little inconveniences do annoy us - but generally, we're happy and content with things. We cope with difficulty better, we're nicer to people, things brush off of us much more easily than before and we have hope.
Would any of us not wish this on someone else?
Would any of us not want everyone to feel this?
Would any of us, seeing someone in pain, not want that person to feel some happiness?
Then you have to wonder why society would rather that we remain in pain, bound to sadness with broken wings just to suit the cultural "norm", than let us reach out and try to fly again.
Mind-boggling, really.
/end really oddly sillyfossical ramblings. Carry on. Let the silliness continue!
My toes are cold and in need of nibbling, and my ankles need to be bitten.
Just so's you know.