Happiness is ..................
A friend told me this once, and it left a deep impression. He had a house, cars, club membership, married, in the UK, but he wasn't happy. That told a story about the importance of material goods. How about good looks? Doesn't fly too. Because if good looks = happiness, all the good-looking people will be happy people. Not true. Sienna Miller and Angelina Jolie would then have sadness-free lives.
In Thailand, I saw small children sitting by the dirty roadside, selling things. Are they as sad/happy as stressed out poor children in Sing, going for tuition after tuition? Sometimes, u wonder. So anyway, there are poor people, that are sad. Poor people that are happy. Rich people who are sad, rich people who are happy.
Also, I think nobody actually owns anything actually. I don't belong to my family or friends. My money doesn't belong to me. They are only stops along the way. So enjoy it while you can, because some of it are nice stops. What you can have are experiences and memories. And the love you receive and give. But when old with dementia, even this, you lose!
So, what I really want, is Happiness. But what is Happiness? Happiness comes in the nasi lemak with TAT chilli. The feeling I have with my family and friends. Happiness comes from that song, that people care and that you care. Selectively. But it's there. Happiness is contentment and gratitude. For the life I want, and for the life that's been given to me so far.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Quotes Quotes Quotes
I've forgotten how to cry. I've learnt how to weep. Then comes peace, when you realize transcience.
What comes after nonchalance?
I've met my soulmates. They just didn't come in the forms I expected.
It's all part of the growing up process. Then, you die.
You never really belong to anyone per se. Not to your family, not to your friends, not to your spouse. You are your own person. They are stops along the way. Some nice, some not.
Life to a wandering hippie like me, is a long ride in a vintage Volkswagen van. People on board happily singing and playing guitar. Some stay for a long while, some get off at some point. At some point, the journey must end. It's the journey that counts.
Life is a huge misconception. There are times I swear, the poor construction worker is happier than the rich stressed-out workaholic millionaire. Then, there is that CEO who seems to have life figured out, versus the ever-grumbling road-side sweeper. Happiness. Attitude. Perception.
Whatever will be, will be. The future's not ours to see, Que Sarah Sarah (thank you, Bedok Busker, Jan 09)
When you are silent enough, the notes start dancing like fairies
What comes after nonchalance?
I've met my soulmates. They just didn't come in the forms I expected.
It's all part of the growing up process. Then, you die.
You never really belong to anyone per se. Not to your family, not to your friends, not to your spouse. You are your own person. They are stops along the way. Some nice, some not.
Life to a wandering hippie like me, is a long ride in a vintage Volkswagen van. People on board happily singing and playing guitar. Some stay for a long while, some get off at some point. At some point, the journey must end. It's the journey that counts.
Life is a huge misconception. There are times I swear, the poor construction worker is happier than the rich stressed-out workaholic millionaire. Then, there is that CEO who seems to have life figured out, versus the ever-grumbling road-side sweeper. Happiness. Attitude. Perception.
Whatever will be, will be. The future's not ours to see, Que Sarah Sarah (thank you, Bedok Busker, Jan 09)
When you are silent enough, the notes start dancing like fairies
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