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[ilikecakeweeee]

do you ever think happiness is really just a fiction of our imagination? that you could really never be completely happy. it seems that all the good times might amount to something. yea that was a fun night, but that was a few hours, how long can you go without feeling dispare? how can you not say the bad times outway the good? many say thats how

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[savethecows400]

i agree with a lot of things you said. although, i wouldnt say happiness is like a disease . . . its more like a hope? i dont know, thats not the word i wanted to use. sometimes trying to get another smile is all people have going for them. its what keeps them alive. and the bad does outweigh the good, by far too much, but when you get the glimpse of true, pure happiness, it makes it seem like everything is worth it. even for a few seconds, youre worth it. and then, you go right back to being sad. being alone. being afraid. but if you can just smile one more time, just one more time, then that gets you through the day. its an ambition, a wish. those arent the words either... i dont konw, i cant think .

[ilikecakeweeee]

yes, and i still can never say exactly what i was trying to say in any of these
i can never word it right, or just put any of my thoughts into words, so i just keep what i can get out of myself

[savethecows400]

im not disagreeing with you at all or anything, or telling you youre wrong, but just offering my opinion. besides, i do agree with most you said. i agree with most everything you say.

a poem. of mine. i hope it makes sense to you...

[the_finest_line]

Cold, dirt floors become the support
Under our cold, dead feet.
Tight quarters of wooden planks
Encompass our partially
Severed hearts that still beat.

Someone is always breathing
Down the back of our necks.
Bodies against other bodies so that
Blood, sweat, and tears mix.
There’s sorrows in happiness--ill effects.

No whispers can be heard
From one singular voice.
The rooms too cluttered now, with
Flesh against blood, flesh against sweat.
Prevailing is no longer a choice.

To be heard or to speak is a futile
Effort; it definitely does seem,
For their agony cries are always louder
And they are never, ever drowned out.
It is faint whispers versus their screams.

Happiness is a whisper in
The most crowded of rooms--
Nothingness will sound in our ears.
But in dear solitude, it is shoulder
To shoulder, till the day we lie in our tombs.

[the_finest_line]

we have happy moments, but happy moments fade away... we take happy moments and think that because we have had them, that we're happy, we pretend that we are happy, it isn't true happiness. we make it all up... everyone knows it isn't real. people are never happy. we'd just like to ignore the fact that sadness is the dominating force in this pathetic excuse for a world... people aren't worried that other people aren't happy, it's always "im not happy, i am not pleased, im not fulfilled" i wish i could say that i wasn't like that, but i think everyone is and it fucking sucks... you have spoken the truth. you're right.

i think that sometimes the truth is the worst thing you'll ever hear.

I'm sorry, but I must disagree with you again.

[sonofglory]

People are selfish; that's true. But why are they selfish? Why do they constantly look for something to appease them? It's not that their desire to be happy makes them so selfish, but that they are happy in the wrong things. Example: A man likes to drink beer; whenever he's not drinking beer he's not happy. He's drinking beer when he kills the boy walking down the side of the road. For him, his happiness equaled the death of the boy. But then there's the man who is happy working in the soup kitchen. He gives soup to the poor and is happy when he sees all the mendicant smiles. Even when he leaves the soup kitchen he's happy because he knows that the people at the soup kitchen were able to eat. It doesn't trouble him that he's not there at that very instant still serving soup.

It all depends on where we put our happiness. Why put happiness in something as fleeting as high spirits or companionship?

Re: I'm sorry, but I must disagree with you again.

[the_finest_line]

we have happy moments, but happy moments fade away...

catty and i talked about this update actually, it inspired both of us, because robert is speaking something that people wouldn't be willing to accept, because no one wants to admit that they've never been truly happy... but another point that he made was that people are so self-serving, that happiness is selfish, we always want more more more, and it's the truth. regardless of whether the soup kitchen guy is serving people, he's doing it because he wants to make himself happy or feel better, not because he wants to see the other people happy and full... we can't do good things for people just because it makes us happy, just because it gives us glory.

we need to give up completely on ourselves and turned to others' joy... because when we can't make ourselves happy, we can sure try to make others happy, but for their sake, not our's.

Re: I'm sorry, but I must disagree with you again.

[sonofglory]

I'm just saying, if it makes one happy to do good things for others, why quit doing it just because it makes one happy?

Re: I'm sorry, but I must disagree with you again.

[sonofglory]

Besides, can you really judge people to be self-serving like that?

[anonymous]

happiness could be a disease
that smile could be too
and yes we are constantly wanting to smile again
but in a way it is still a good thing
all you think about is how to make yourself smile again
but that is giving you a goal, it is giving you a path
those smiles are beacons guiding you through the storm of sorrow