happiness
happiness is an odd thing. It comes and it goes as swiftly as the tide. It can overpower your senses and leave you exhilerated beyond compare and lift you up to heights unreachable. But is it real. Like everything, who knows. Is it just some chemical impulse in your brain designed to drive you forward in life, to let you survive the harsh world? The question i think is irrelavent. To think of happiness in this way is to over analyze it, to take it and break it down into something that means nothing. Then the drive to achieve happiness is gone, and then what are we left with. I want happiness. The drive to achieve it means nothing to me. I've found happiness, and i want to hold on to it, like my little kitty kat i want to squeeze it and squeeze it;)
Michael
P.S. Journal, Nate says high and he wants a piece of diary.
Michael
P.S. Journal, Nate says high and he wants a piece of diary.