LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
I feel happy when i'm in balance. When i've been sleeping well, when i've gone to the gym, when i've engaged and rested my mind.
Virgil, you're too sleepy. Ahahahaha
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I think overall, I'm pretty happy. summer vacation doesn't hurt.
Of course, not. As a good wife, you should aim to make your husband happy... And this in return will make you happy.
Well, now that you are married, it is more likely that one or both of you would feel the urge to run away, actually. One does not experience such feelings that often while dating.Should I be happy now because he can't run away and has to stay with me forever?Oh, this is a definete bonus! You can always listen to your single friends' dating stories with a honey-sweet smile and comment, "Awww... I am sure there is someone for you out there, too. Just hang in there and keep looking."Or should I be happy because I'm a wife now while others are desperately looking for a partner?But then you wouldn't have been entitled to half of his earnings and earthly possessions!If I'd been afraid about my hubby dumping me if I don't secure him by getting married, I'd have broken up with him right away and not married him in the first place.
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"It is not that I am mad; it is only that my head is different from yours.”
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It is really hard to say how happy I am. First happiness cannot be measured ordinarily. Happiness can not be contained and it fleets in a while. Happiness is something that turns up as flashes and vanish in the split of a second.
Yet I believe in happiness. It is so short-lived.
“Those who seek to satisfy the mind of man by hampering it with ceremonies and music and affecting charity and devotion have lost their original nature””
“If water derives lucidity from stillness, how much more the faculties of the mind! The mind of the sage, being in repose, becomes the mirror of the universe, the speculum of all creation.
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
Wow, it's amazing that all the options have a multiple of 5, and a different one at that.
(Currently they are, from top down, 15, 20, 10, 5)
i chose rather happy. I am pretty happy, but i'm not REALLY happy. There's enough drama going on that I have some stressful and not so happy days, but recently I've been decently happy. If I could get things together financially, academically, family, relationships, and do all this without having any stress then i would be REALLY happy. But there's nothing wrong with being happy most of the time, and if i was happy ALL the time my life would probably just get boring![]()
I'm losing all those stupid games
That I swore I'd never play
All my happiness seems to come spontaneously...I could be sullen one moment then relatively happy the next. Don't know why thoughmight be the way my brain is hard-wired.
Anyway i'm feeling kinda blue now so i chose not very happy
can i have the fifth choice?...none of the above...?I'm sooo bored...
Anyways, I think my Life is now much much better than before...no serious problems...so I think I'm rather happy...not really very happy because i still have a little worries about some stuff...
I am really happy there is no point in being otherwise. I have everything I need and people love me what more could you want
I am back............................
I wonder if it is genetic, because I know I will never be happy. I can't, at this point. While I was gone I underwent a period of complete imprisonment in which my landlord threatened me due to that, and in a less than cautious gesture I flipped over on my head in a wheelchair more suited for the junkyard than for mobility use, and I survive this crap, endure it, but I'll never be free of it, until I have to give in to more restrictions as I age and lose my strength. My family squawks, and I make use of my ex in his limited fashion of being a loyal imbecile--I have no other support or I'd drop him faster than you'd flip hot cakes--but the only thing I have is anger that my agile mind has to waste when I was supposed to be the poster child for successful matriculation. As a general mass, I hate able-bodied society, and the only thing that might give me a week of joy is a genuine revolution against it.
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I don't really know how to answer this, and it surprises me how many people ask me questions with the word "happy" in them. For example, "What makes you happy?"
I would say that "happy" to me is a set a part from regular life. All in all I am content and satisfied, but I do not think I would describe myself as happy. I laugh a lot. I'm not unhappy.
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I'd rather have questions that I can't answer than answers that I can't question.
I'm not very, because someone that I love has a rare and serious heart condition that makes me worried. He's much too young to have undergone five major surgeries, and his next heart valve replacement is drawing near. This makes me more than a little bit obsessed with death.
I also have a problem with obsessive questions that no one can answer. Things like "where will my consciousness go after I die?" "Is it possible to be a good person?" "What is the point of existance?" "What is insanity?" "What are dreams?" "What is personality, and where does it come from?" "What is love?" "How did the universe start?" "What is the smallest particle of matter, and how can anything be the smallest?" "Why can't people be rational all the time?" "What compels me to ask questions?" The list goes on and on. It might not seem like much, but questions like these really do make me crazy. It's really frustrating too, because I'm not smart enough to understand most the complex answers that people have thought up to answer the complex questions (for example, string theory. I've tried very hard, I just DON'T get it).
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"Personal note: When I was a little kid my mother told me not to stare into the sun. So once when I was six, I did. At first the brightness was overwhelming, but I had seen that before. I kept looking, forcing myself not to blink, and then the brightness began to dissolve. My pupils shrunk to pinholes and everything came into focus and for a moment I understood. The doctors didn't know if my eyes would ever heal."
-Pi