Thursday, June 27, 2013

What is Best in Life?

Fooled you...

This isn't a post about Conan the Barbarian...though it would make for a great conversation starter...

But seriously...think about that question. What really IS best in life? Depending on who you talk to...the range of answers can be something as mundane as sitting in silence...all the way up to bat-shit insane...like bathing in the blood of virgins to keep that youthful vigorous look about your skin...

Needs more iron...

What gets me the most is that ever present search for things that make us happiest. For example, I know people who crave nothing more than to own everything ever. Material items bring them joy and showing them off brings them satisfaction...it's kind of the human condition. I don't know if it's innate in all human beings to want that...to equate personal wealth to happiness...

Racecars...Lasers...Aeroplanes...

Listen...if acquiring vast amounts of wealth is what makes you happy...then by Buddha you DO IT...get that paper, son/daughter/child...because it isn't gonna get itself. That only happens to octogenarians who happen to play the lotto every day of their super old lives...

Sometimes, it's having a great, big family is your path to happiness. Lots of folks do it. Their children...their offspring...their mark on the world. That's where their happiness lies. Sometimes, people parley this particular love of family into a budding business. I see on the old boob tube there's a family with 20 kids or something. That lady's insides probably resemble the New York City Subway...with displaced travelers...people talking to themselves...some guy sleeping with his beats headphones on listening to some college rock with an open copy of "Atlas Shrugged" slumped across his chest. Also...there's a homeless guy shitting in the corner for some reason...

Speaks for itself...

I won't denounce people spewing out kids at their leisure. As long as you can support them childrens...you bang it out, baby...but if you end up on Maury Povitch looking for the father of the baby and collecting them welfare checks cause your kids are walking dollar signs...please place your neck on some railroad tracks and wait for the 4 o clock...because you're lower than worm shit and deserve to die...

As for me...I find my happiness where I can get it. There isn't one single thing that brings me the elation that something else does. I find happiness in it all. Every day above ground, sucking in oxygen, is a reason to be happy. There's a lot to bask in when you really take a minute, a deep breath and a look around. Music, art, human interaction (with people you can stand) and the occasional "someone falling" is a reason to let out a laugh every now and then...it'll make you feel good...most of the time...

I laugh every time someone falls down...and you should too...


Lunatic Out...

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