...who are brilliant beyond comprehension in one fashion or another but cannot find that spark of faith in themselves to allow for happiness. Reasons, excuses, justifications; all convenient but just another layer of pretty wrapping for a blackened cancer. It grows, it spreads, it eats away at each flimsy facade becoming bigger and bigger with every chance to feed. Fear is its nourishment, misery its goal.
I want to be happy.
A long time ago I came to the conclusion that my happiness was attainable in conjunction with my set of morals and standards. I was fortunate enough to have been judged worthy by those on a higher plane but that I needed to "loosen up". Sometimes it is possible to try too hard. If you lose all the joy in life by single-mindedly focusing on ideals, it is just as bad as not abiding by them at all. That isn't to say that ideals aren't worth having, but extenuating circumstances don't mean an automatic trip to hell.
There's an exchange between deceased British schoolboys in the "Season of Mists" portion of the Sandman series in which the two temporarily escape Death. One says to the other, "I think hell is a place, but I don't think you have to stay anywhere forever." Our prisons are ourselves and sometimes it takes a great earthquake to rattle the doors down. Even then, a lot of people just don't know what to do. Like lab rats who've spent a lifetime in confinement, when it comes to the choice of escaping their pain or sitting they stay because they don't know how else to react. And while it would be a far simpler matter to be able to blame all problems on a fearsome godlike hand wielding implements of torture from the bigger side of locked bars, it's never that easy. Most of the time, it's the cage that we create for ourselves that keeps us trapped.
Find your happiness and you'll find yourself. When you get hold of it, hang tight and everything you need will come through. At the end of the day, you still have to look at yourself in the mirror but maybe you can be satisfied with what's on the other side.
I want to be happy.
A long time ago I came to the conclusion that my happiness was attainable in conjunction with my set of morals and standards. I was fortunate enough to have been judged worthy by those on a higher plane but that I needed to "loosen up". Sometimes it is possible to try too hard. If you lose all the joy in life by single-mindedly focusing on ideals, it is just as bad as not abiding by them at all. That isn't to say that ideals aren't worth having, but extenuating circumstances don't mean an automatic trip to hell.
There's an exchange between deceased British schoolboys in the "Season of Mists" portion of the Sandman series in which the two temporarily escape Death. One says to the other, "I think hell is a place, but I don't think you have to stay anywhere forever." Our prisons are ourselves and sometimes it takes a great earthquake to rattle the doors down. Even then, a lot of people just don't know what to do. Like lab rats who've spent a lifetime in confinement, when it comes to the choice of escaping their pain or sitting they stay because they don't know how else to react. And while it would be a far simpler matter to be able to blame all problems on a fearsome godlike hand wielding implements of torture from the bigger side of locked bars, it's never that easy. Most of the time, it's the cage that we create for ourselves that keeps us trapped.
Find your happiness and you'll find yourself. When you get hold of it, hang tight and everything you need will come through. At the end of the day, you still have to look at yourself in the mirror but maybe you can be satisfied with what's on the other side.
I know you should be ok with the lady in the mirror.
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