I find that I am blogging less again. But I don’t know that this is a return the the blogging drought of 2005. I think I find I write less when I am happy. Lately I have actually been quite happy. One reason I don’t blog about happiness is because I don’t want to over analyze it. If I do it becomes a balancing act to avoid finding holes in the happiness or to avoid some cynical explanation for it. I prefer to leave happiness alone. Not write about it, not tell too many people about it. Maybe this makes me a paranoid skeptic who believes all happiness is fleeting.
This doesn’t keep me from enjoying the moments though. The last few days have been happy ones for me. For example this morning, despite wasting time for a paranoid door check (I always have some nag in the mornings that makes me go back. I should just allow for it) and running late, maybe it was my already peaceful state, maybe it was the wind blowing the just past fall peak leaves around, or the train siren in the distance or the acid house pumping from my ipod. Not sure what it was but the running late, the moron who had parked almost all the way in the sidewalk causing me to almost have to jump into traffic, the abnormally hot weather, none of this bothered me. And I could write three more paragraphs why but I am going to leave it alone now.
November 9, 2005 at 9:54 pm
Not all happiness is fleeting, Smitty. Happiness metamorphizes, dims and reemerges, becomes memory and is replaced by something else. You can bet on the fact that it won’t stay the same. But I wouldn’t say it’s fleeting. Not all of it.
Now I’m going to go wash the analytical effluvia out of my brain.
November 10, 2005 at 7:40 pm
Happiness is always there, you just have to reach out and caress it.
If you move your hands along the suface of a pool of water, your hands will not be submerged, but when you draw them away, they will still be wet.