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Balmorhea - Baleen Morning Just want to be happy....... Happiness is an abstract concept. We all want to be happy. But how? What is it that makes a person happy? What makes you happy? One of my film teachers said something once about passion. That without that driving force we would die. Something compels each one of us to rise in the morning and go about our daily lives. Some find their path; others become lost. How do we find happiness lost and blind? How do we find passion when dull? Something is going to happen. I can feel it in my bones. I'm a shadow of my former self. But something will change that; it's been too long. Anyway.... If you're not happy, why? Sounds simple, right? Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. When did human life become so damn complicated that that question is harder to answer than AP calculus? You gotta get kinda mob boss with it. "Picture the thing you want most in the universe, and decide how badly you want it." The Doctor. |
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I just want you to be happy too. In general, some people are naturally happy and accepting. They know who they are and their place in the world. It bring them peace and therefore, contentment without any additions from the outside. To balance them there are people who always seem to be looking, searching, wandering and waiting. For me who is the former it is very hard to not try to 'fix' the ones who dont feel whole. It has taken me a lot of years to tamp down that instinct to heal what isnt wounded and fix what isnt even close to broken, but just walk beside them and hold occasional hands and feed each other. One lifting up and the other grounding as we seek a balance of friendship or brotherhood of humanity or whatever the relationship case may be. You see alot and you see amazingly clearly. That may be a lonely thing at times and only you can change that. You have two hands. They can slap away or they grasp on for dear life. Hold one out and another will find it. It is the way of the world, but you have to unbunch that fist held tightly coiled against your chest and reach it out.  Sometimes I make a move, sorry to leave my home, but hope I will find another of equal character. At night I gaze at the starry mass with no idea to which one the earth attached. May'be that cute little one over there or that one that sits alone in the inky black. ~~ 'My place amongst the stars' c/o former member SPB ~~
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Everything changes. The question us, are you prepared to go to the next level?
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