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mgdartist -> RE: The Pursuit Of Happiness (12/27/2006 3:59:01 AM)
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Happiness...lol. I put little to no stock in it, and equate it with pseudo-contentment, stagnation, being oblivious, and obtuse, or in plain english, high or stupid. It's like the image we have of heaven, sitting around all day in ivory palaces with streets of gold, lining up with our harps and tamborines to say halleleujah and amen with nothing else to do but worship god almighty. For all eternity? Thats it? The ultimate peace, tranquility and, quote-unquote happiness? Sweet Jesus, please don't make me. 2 days into eternity and I'd be bored shitless and catatonic. I always did thrive on friction. Sorta project oriented kinda soul who will work on perfecting whatever it is I'm all constructive or creative about till it screams at me how it's perfect. Try as I might to sit there and admire and revel in its pristine unassailable beauty or functionality, I will usually do well to last 10 minutes, get bored, and I'm off tearing into something new that seems impossible to achieve again. That 10 minutes is funny, because I rarely recall it, nor many other times I was what I call happy. My mind seems to just go blank, which I despise. You could almost say, in some ways, I hate being happy. <shrug>
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