happiness
I wonder what it takes to be truly happy.
I mean, isn't that what we all ultimately strive for? Isn't our goal to die happy? hmm i don't know when i will ever be
i don't know what it is that will make me happy. sometimes i think that it will just be a change of location aka greece. some people think that it is the perfect man. some people think it is the perfect job ( me for instance on occasion) some people think it is having the perfect body, the perfect sex life, the perfect house. not many people really know what they want, so therefore they go for what they think they want, and not letting themselves be happy with what they have.
Some people don't know what they have until it is gone, and then are unhappy because they then realize how happy they were.
is it that happiness is a state of mind that you must enjoy when you have it?
i don't know i guess i am just rambling.
i mean, a lot of things in my life are going great. i have a great guy who is ALMOST everything i want, but i wouldn't have it any other way. if he were perfect it would be fucked up. i had a gpa of 3.8 last semester, made dean's list, and am invited to apply for admissions into our honors college here at wiu. i have a job where i don't work a lot of hours but still get steady money. i have great parents who only call when they miss me or need something or just want to tell me they love me, but don't call too much to annoy me. i have a great family. i have a great cat. i have a great dorm room. i have several best friends here at school that i feel i have known my whole life. i have great friends back home. i guess the sweet irony of it all is that it doesn't last. good times come and go, and we almost certainly know there will be more, but we can never have the same ones again.
the other day someone told me that they saw my titties, but said they had seen better. at first it bothered me, but then i realized- i have never had the greatest titties. at least i have some though. some don't have that, and at least they aren't monstrous and hitting me when i run. then i realized that even though that person is a nice guy, he is extremely ugly and fat, and hardly looks like he showers, and is stuck in a dead end job in a dead end town. so, wait, what was it they said that bothered me? because i think i would have to be an idiot to even let anything they said that was meant to hurt me sink in.
steph
I mean, isn't that what we all ultimately strive for? Isn't our goal to die happy? hmm i don't know when i will ever be
i don't know what it is that will make me happy. sometimes i think that it will just be a change of location aka greece. some people think that it is the perfect man. some people think it is the perfect job ( me for instance on occasion) some people think it is having the perfect body, the perfect sex life, the perfect house. not many people really know what they want, so therefore they go for what they think they want, and not letting themselves be happy with what they have.
Some people don't know what they have until it is gone, and then are unhappy because they then realize how happy they were.
is it that happiness is a state of mind that you must enjoy when you have it?
i don't know i guess i am just rambling.
i mean, a lot of things in my life are going great. i have a great guy who is ALMOST everything i want, but i wouldn't have it any other way. if he were perfect it would be fucked up. i had a gpa of 3.8 last semester, made dean's list, and am invited to apply for admissions into our honors college here at wiu. i have a job where i don't work a lot of hours but still get steady money. i have great parents who only call when they miss me or need something or just want to tell me they love me, but don't call too much to annoy me. i have a great family. i have a great cat. i have a great dorm room. i have several best friends here at school that i feel i have known my whole life. i have great friends back home. i guess the sweet irony of it all is that it doesn't last. good times come and go, and we almost certainly know there will be more, but we can never have the same ones again.
the other day someone told me that they saw my titties, but said they had seen better. at first it bothered me, but then i realized- i have never had the greatest titties. at least i have some though. some don't have that, and at least they aren't monstrous and hitting me when i run. then i realized that even though that person is a nice guy, he is extremely ugly and fat, and hardly looks like he showers, and is stuck in a dead end job in a dead end town. so, wait, what was it they said that bothered me? because i think i would have to be an idiot to even let anything they said that was meant to hurt me sink in.
steph