I very much envy those who are satisfied by simple things, easily-won things. I want to be able to have a good meal and feel blessed for it. Buy something I want and celebrate rather than drown in guilt.
Those who treasure the physical must live in a world of pleasures; for them joy is as simple as a sight or a smell. Anchored, in a sense.
My happiness is never anchored. I lose it when I'm looking away. But then perhaps my happiness is more sublime. I would not know, really.
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- "Because I knew you, I have been changed for good."
- lazy to give titles
- If I see someone whose work I perceive to be super...
- Stop taking these liberties. We aren't friends.
- I understand it now--you hate rebels, I hate confo...
- I guess it's true you join the dots
- I hate when people make me part of a pattern
- and forward
- What's wrong, ego gotten to you too? Another one?
- i do wish
- THE NIGHT CIRCUS~~~~
- I WISH she'd just stop singing with that fake Amer...
- What's respect to this household? My sister, four ...
- Thinking about my relationship is suddenly getting...
- the story
- blade
- I'm latent death
- semi-related ideas orbiting a nebulous central issue
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