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February 26, 2003 Faith Keeps You Breathing Happiness is relative. Rather, the saturation and source of such. What does it take to make one content and happy? In short, I'd like to think it's simple: That life's expectations are met. A few bumps along the way are fine, but the overall level of what you expect should be what you get. But here's the dilemma: People lie, cheat and steal. It's such a norm now that nobody thinks twice about it. And my argument, therefore, is simple: We're bitter people because we've made ourselves that way. I haven't truly been happy since I was a kid. Because that was the last time my expectations didn't fail me. Now: It happens all too often. Life is not clockwork. But I always forget. I always get fooled. Is this my fault? Partially, I'm sure. But everybody, in the end, is both the predator and the prey. one too many movies have cluttered this mind. distinction of reality has been forever altered for things not yet experienced. imagine being born into this world expecting nothing. nothing except what may come naturally. and that mind then being altered by the media to fit a more wider spectrum of results. hopeful expectations that create the need to perform an action impulsively to feed that need. and if the impulse provides a positive result, the need grows even more. the irony? if the impulse provides a negative result, the needs grows as well... this time just as hungry, but with less motivation for the original effect. Jaded as early as seventeen years old. Product of the new society. | |||