Happiness is a fickle thing. It has to be worked for. It doesn't come easy. At least, unless you know how to obtain it. It seem theoretically simple enough. Just "be happy." Why need a reason? Happiness is, in and of itself, its own reward. One would think it could simply be "summoned up" on a whim and then enjoyed.
However, that doesn't seem to be the case. We need items, people, activities to keep and make us happy. We depend on outside sources, and since we have little control over these factors, happiness wavers. Th control is maddening, mindboggling, sometimes frustraing to the point that one gives up even the pursuit of happiness. It's tempting, to stop. The grapes are not sour, they're just too high to reach. Why keep jumping?
And yet we jump. Often we catch a grape, perhaps two or three. We enjoy them. Then we begin to take them for granted, and the grapes rot. We're forced to jump for more. And the cycle continues.
Then again, the "we" doesn't mean everyone. Some people seem to be "happy" almost all the time. Is it true happiness? I certainly don't know. Everyone could be miserable, putting on a front to avoid confrontation and the pity/concern of others. It's like that quote by Thoreau "The mass of men live lives of quiet desperation." Are you all happy? I have been. I hope I will again. I hope I won't give up and recede into an escape that deludes me into having a purpose even more than my excuses in real life.
My already malnourished, weak legs are sore from hopping. Maybe I need to recouperate so I can make bigger leaps in college. I'm too lazy. Ah well. Here's hoping.
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