The Most Feel Good Nosensical Rant you're likely ever to Read

I'm a bit of a dreamer, an idealist, when people say that something terrible has to take place because that is the way life is I am always quite keen to ask, "Does it really have to be that way?" Then they either go straight to calling me naive and laughing at me like I'm a child.

The grass, it's greener.

The funny thing is that I can say without even a glimmer of doubt that all these people who laugh at me are themselves dreamers, naive, hell even delusional. However the dreams of these individuals are not occupied by images of a better world, one in which compassion is considered a strength, no. The dreams of these individuals are full of brand name consumer electronics, hockey games, money, and women with really great tits. Dreams of things that are supposed to make there lives so much better than they are now.

They search endlessly for the next item, the next good fuck, or the next chemical experience that will give them another shred of happiness. But happiness gathered in this way is like constantly pulling flowers from the garden, eventually they wilt and die. These people end up ultimately miserable when the shine of their new toy wears away. They constantly live in a nightmare of their own creation, chasing fantasies they can never catch.

Sometimes though they catch their fantasy and then they find out that it really isn't as great as they thought it would be, that it really was only a mirage. They find out that porno perfect woman they picked up at the bar actually sucks in bed, or that their families are all a bunch of vultures when they come into that lottery win. And even when things do work, like that brand new 60 inch 3D flat screen they've been dreaming about, the novelty wears off pretty damn quick.

Of course it may sound rather arrogant to say I know this as a fact, and perhaps I'm wrong, but the signs that we all do this surround us every where. And I even do this, though less than I used to, and less and less every day I'm relieved to say.

I've begun recently, after a very long period of some very important lesson, to learn that I am the only one that really controls my own happiness and that it is really naive to think that anything outside of me can change that. And the strangest thing of all is that this slow realization is creeping into every part of my life.

Instead of expecting my job to make me happy, my happiness makes my job enjoyable (or at least more so than before). It makes the hard days and the grumpy customers easier to deal with.

The happiness starting in me makes every nectar soaked kiss with a wonderful girl all the more sweet, even when her hair gets in both our mouths.

This happiness makes me more open to let the world show me what opportunities are out there for me to find, opportunities to discover new things about the world and myself.

And I think it's pretty damn naive and foolish to keep looking for happiness in empty places when I can already create it, and I think it would be pretty selfish to keep it for myself.