I have more meaning, more memory, to help me propel my way through life. It will be like a new story, a new poem to tell.
Happiness is simply the management of your desires. You take one simple joy, dream small, and
conquer the joy quite effortlessly – almost with just sheer luck. It’s easier to make simple dreams come true. It gives you the veracity that to dream is not the hope of the absurd.
Sometime after Christmas I told myself that I wanted to go to the beach. I imagined it already --- this clear portrait in my head. And I had everything: the sunset, the beer, the cigarette by the sea, the sand on my feet, and the sound of waves washing their hands. The only thing I failed to mention was the saltiness of the water and the dampness of the air at night. And yes, everything else was there, everything was my moment. I don’t want to write much about it. It still seems too real to me.
This experience affirms once more that life becomes rewarding sometimes. We arrived before sunset, driving along the road that leads to the shoreline, with trees on the road side and a mountain beneath. We even went jet skiing.
Before this hype wears out, I’ll be more often, writing more beautifully and sinking more into the experience.
It’s Monday again, four hours away from work. I’m listening to some more chillout, lamp in the room, and the memory of the weekend just stamps a big smile on my face. It gives the music more images, lets the smile on your mouth widen. Yes, the music and images are more meaningful now. It has more experience attached to it. I have more meaning, more memory, to help me propel my way through life.
It will be like a new story, a new poem to tell.
