He has nothing to hold on to. He is cold and poor and uncertain. And happy. At least for now...
Holding a fork in his freezing hand, stabbing romaine lettuce of a Caesar salad he stole from work, he speeds down the dark street. He has no time to enjoy the comforts of sitting and eating at a table.
His room mate hates him. His room mate has told him so. Casually, without much thought, accomplishing the menial tasks of living a student life in an urban apartment, he has found a way, unknowingly, to offend. Trying to navigate his way through minor (and not so minor) transgressions, trying to 'talk it out' (though he may not be as good at communicating as he would like to think), trying to adapt to new living mates (if he only knew what they were thinking!), has proved itself to be much more complicated than previously thought. He wants something positive to experience within the walls of his home. He doesn't always get what he wants.
He was dumped. He has found new lovers. He has learned he can not trust what's old and familiar. He knows he can not trust what is new and unknown. He has someone to hold, but no one to hold on to.
Change happens. Tragedy and hope are always found when the inevitability of change is embraced. People (friends, lovers, room mates) come and go. So does he. Will he move to New York City? Or Chicago? Or Texas? Or to the far too familiar home he finds in his parents basement? And what awaits him at these potential destinations? What next?
He has nothing to hold to. He is cold and poor. And happy. He sees beyond the incidental disappointments to the hope of something fulfilling, satisfying, and positive ahead of him.
The world is always new again.
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Happiness is all he needs.
But Happiness comes from the world, does it not? If it 'came from within', then we could all just choose to be happy? But since that doesn't seem to be the case, it follows that we rely on exterior stimuli to inspire us to happiness. Yes? So, yes, all he does need is happiness, but where does that happiness come from? Hope?
i think happiness is a mix of what is presented to us, what we choose to take in, and how we react to it once chosen.
a little of this, a little of that.
some will steal happiness from others, some will create their own and share it.
you make me happy.
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