fleeting happiness

*updated*
Kenny Sia makes me laugh so hard.
Read this and fall off your chair.
Damn man. What else is in that head of yours???

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I mentioned Cookie Mueller some months back.
Maybe you remember; maybe you don't.
Let me share this piece of writing.
I think she's mad, but immensely likeably mad.

Many years and brain cells ago, I had this belief that everyone would be happy someday. I have since found that this isn't necessarily so.
Happiness is a fictitious feeling. It was created by imaginative storytellers for the purpose of plot building or story resolution. Fortunately most people don't know this. They think the lives they are living are actual screenplays or theater pieces. In earlier times people were convinced their lives were the fantastic tales told at the fireside. Because of this, I have seen people stop in their tracks for a moment and wonder where the plot is, but mostly they just forge on blindly.
Believing that life will someday be wonderful isn't a bad thing, in fact it is absolutely necessary. To know the truth - life is hard, and then you die - isn't a very comfortable thing to live with. If everyone knew the cold facts, the sky would be darkened with falling bodies in suicide leaps.
Most people have been led to believe that their lives would be better if they had money, and usually this isn't wrong. They know it's not impossible to come into money, in fact I've read that every thirty-nine minutes a new millionaire emerges in the world.
But what's the real reason people want lots of money? Food? Clothing? Shelter? Yes, these things are basic, even the poor often have these things in modest amounts. Usually, the more you have of each of these basics, the more complicated life gets. Having too much food makes you fat; you need to diet. Having too many clothes makes it hard to make a decision in the morning; you need to organize. Having too many homes must be really tough; you have to fill them. And why own all these things anyway; if there's no one else to share them with, or no one to hire to help you, or no one to be jealous of you?
I have pondered this and come up with the logical answer. People want money because they want to be loved. They believed that money will buy them love. Okay, we've all heard this.
Now, supposed you had lots of money, thus you had tons of lovers (perhaps it's superficial love but this blossoms), and you had lots of servants who loved you and hung around, and you had lots of friends who were envious. You would expect that everything would be great. Lots of love, lots of money. What else could one want?
Unfortunately, the pitiable human being will still want something else. It is human nature.
The next thing to want would be fame. So you need publicity. That's not difficult; you can buy a newspaper or magazine company and put your own name and picture in the headlines if you want; you can finance films and star yourself. Okay, now you have money, love and fame. But people still laugh at you behind your back. Then what? The answer is power.
Let's suppose your magazine is successful and your film is a box-office smash. Then you have all for; money, love, fame, and power. Would you be happy? No. You would probably go mad.
Look at Howard Hughes. He had all four. In the end he went insane. He was so afraid of germs he was walking around with sanitary Kleenex boxes on this feet.
No one is ever satisfied.
Some people might remind you that the holy men of the East are satisfied, but I don't think so. Even those guys want something. They might want infinite wisdom or they might want to perform miracles to impress followers, or they might want to levitate. It's always something.
Being a human being isn't easy, what with all these insatiable physical, emotional, and intellectual desires.
If the ultimate goal in life is to be happy, then you have to admit that one-celled creatures have it all over us. Little germs are probably always happy. They are superior, they don't sing the blues. Think about that the next time you bring out the disinfectant bottle and start scrubbing them away.
Look at Howard Hughes again. He must have known that the happiness of germs was something terrifyingly enviable. He must have been jealous.

- Fleeting Happiness.Cookie Mueller
Ask Dr Mueller. The Writings of Cookie Mueller


Today I think that no-lifers must be the lowest life-form in this world.
Imagine. Someone who doesn't spend his time improving the quality of his life and living it to the fullest his own way. Instead he lives his life by latching onto someone else's. He's affected by what is happening to this other person; he's angry with things this person does; he's pissed off with things this person says; he spends his time composing comments to send to this person.
(Mind you, I use "him" but it can easily be substituted with "her".)
It is beyond being pitiful.
It is just downright embarrassing.

By the way, don't start feeling smug by the fact that you are taking up some blog space.
You mean less to me that that fat earthworm which managed to lodge itself into the side of my car door the other day.
And don't bother to reply.
But knowing you and the fact that you have no life, I guess that's going to be pretty hard to resist.