I realize that sometimes I have this urge to write shit...yes. I just feel like writing shit...S....H...I...T...shit. I worry that one day that shit will become so big that I have to create different volumes full shit, a encyclopedia of shit. No one knows this urge of mine for writing shit because then one day some shithead will come to me and say I like your shit and I will feel like my shit is good and would like to publish my shit and then my shit will start to smell bad and i would feel like shit surrounded by a shit pile of money. I don't want that. I just want to feel good about myself and my shit and above all i don't want my shit to smell bad...shit...you know how bad shit can smell. It smells like shit but shit shit. Ok, enough with shit and bullshit. I am writing right now because of my urge of writing shit so here it goes...
happiness is never constant, it is just sparkles in life. it is like the a power surge in the middle of a storm. Therefore, we fail at picturing happiness...have you seen a power surge?...maybe..but the point is that you don't see it, you can't even look for it (i know you can provoke a power surge, but for this analogy i will refer that as "pleasure" and not happiness). Therefore, we can conclude that power surge can only be felt, and we can only see the the afterwards effects...shit...the blender is burned, the $1,000 freezer is burned, the PS3 with built-in blue ray is burned...all the shit that you thought you care about is gone. what is left it's the hope, and frustration that we have to buy everything again. Shit, so happiness is bad? nah i would not dare to say that. Happiness is good but we always try to control it at our convenience. We try to make it work when we want it to work, we wish it comes when we are ready for it. For instance, if someone is happy in a relationship, that someone questions if the happiness has arrived, if happiness will go away, if happiness really came, or if happiness really exists at all and that someone just has to accept what life has to offered. When that someone leaves that relationship...shit...yeah that someone was happy..."damn it" that someone says and starts looking for happiness again but this time wondering if happiness will open its arms again. Shit, "happiness may not exists at all" that someone syas ans that someone will start waking ignoring the power surges that are happening around. Another example, if someone finds the perfect job, that someone does not make a lot of money but it makes that someone happy. One day, that someone does not feel like going to the happy job because happy job has become routine job...ok ok maybe I cant explain well the job example...but i am sure you can. My conclusion about happiness is that happiness is like the shit that I write, I have the urge to be happy, that urgency is not all the time though. I don't want my happiness to smell and i don't want a shithead to come to me and say that happiness is constant. I won't believe it. Shit...the world is full of shit that smells because we let our shit outside, because we let our shit fly. We fail at keeping our shit smelleless (i know this word doesn't exist) because we want to be happy out of all costs, we don't care if we have to be covered in someone else real shit. We do not value when we find that right person that power surge our head and their smile is the defibrillator that wakes our hearts. Wholy shit, that shit is deep...but we cannot let it smell.
happiness is never constant, it is just sparkles in life. it is like the a power surge in the middle of a storm. Therefore, we fail at picturing happiness...have you seen a power surge?...maybe..but the point is that you don't see it, you can't even look for it (i know you can provoke a power surge, but for this analogy i will refer that as "pleasure" and not happiness). Therefore, we can conclude that power surge can only be felt, and we can only see the the afterwards effects...shit...the blender is burned, the $1,000 freezer is burned, the PS3 with built-in blue ray is burned...all the shit that you thought you care about is gone. what is left it's the hope, and frustration that we have to buy everything again. Shit, so happiness is bad? nah i would not dare to say that. Happiness is good but we always try to control it at our convenience. We try to make it work when we want it to work, we wish it comes when we are ready for it. For instance, if someone is happy in a relationship, that someone questions if the happiness has arrived, if happiness will go away, if happiness really came, or if happiness really exists at all and that someone just has to accept what life has to offered. When that someone leaves that relationship...shit...yeah that someone was happy..."damn it" that someone says and starts looking for happiness again but this time wondering if happiness will open its arms again. Shit, "happiness may not exists at all" that someone syas ans that someone will start waking ignoring the power surges that are happening around. Another example, if someone finds the perfect job, that someone does not make a lot of money but it makes that someone happy. One day, that someone does not feel like going to the happy job because happy job has become routine job...ok ok maybe I cant explain well the job example...but i am sure you can. My conclusion about happiness is that happiness is like the shit that I write, I have the urge to be happy, that urgency is not all the time though. I don't want my happiness to smell and i don't want a shithead to come to me and say that happiness is constant. I won't believe it. Shit...the world is full of shit that smells because we let our shit outside, because we let our shit fly. We fail at keeping our shit smelleless (i know this word doesn't exist) because we want to be happy out of all costs, we don't care if we have to be covered in someone else real shit. We do not value when we find that right person that power surge our head and their smile is the defibrillator that wakes our hearts. Wholy shit, that shit is deep...but we cannot let it smell.
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