Above a 700...?!

With great happiness, there sometimes comes the fear that a storm wind is preparing to blow.

I'm in no way advocating that having what you want is somehow worse than not having what you want, but even the great joy and satisfaction that goes along with having your dreams come true brings with it a unique kind of trouble.

As Charlotte puts it in one of many adored episodes of Sex and the City, "I'm so happy I'm terrified!...Nobody gets everything they want."

Maybe this is true...or maybe it is true only in degrees, and circumstances. Perhaps we should not be worried when we catch glimpses of perfection, but rather bask in it.

Life, I keep hearing in various song lyrics and reading in the least-likely of places, is only but a series of moments, each offering something unique, something to experience for what it is at the time-being.

Perhaps it is a lesson, and causes us pain. Maybe it is a contradiction that makes us think. Or maybe, every once in awhile, or more depending on how optimistic you are, life is a big slice of Heaven, served up just the way you like it.

Actually, here's a thought: maybe when we are blessed enough to experience an incredible week, or month, or moment, it is life's way of telling us to hang on, there's more great stuff to come. Or it might just be a lesson in how to be happy; might be telling us to drink up the feeling, make an impression of our state of mind to keep for later times when the going isn't so easy.

Whatever it may mean or teach us though, true happiness and peace are elusive little buggers, so grab on tight, and don't look back! Or around the corner. Or up to see if there's an anvil about to fall on your head.

Just dig it, man.

Don't go but

I won't be happy if I lose,
but I won't be losing if I'm happy...:)

I'm sorry

I felt like I had taken a hammer to
every good thing
we had,
smashing it
to
pieces.

I felt like I had
almost
smashed him,
but not quite.

Like I had half-smashed him, and then left.
With no way to finish the job.
No way
to put him out
of his misery.

I swear it wasn't me

Sitting at a party...on the ledge of a wall in the middle of no-one-can-see-me-here, she was approached.

He walked up to her with drunken swagger and said: "You are way (emphasis on the 'way') too sexy to be sitting there."

Completely missing his meaning (come dance with me), she said: "Where do the sexy people usually sit...?"