2001-06-29 || 9:54 a.m.

Find your bliss, damn you!

Sometimes joy doesn't come as a deep-dish experience, sometimes it is a meniscus of happiness stretched over something else, like the film of contentment you find when you are with someone, slightly coloured by the fact that they must leave all too soon.

Sometimes, it's an all-encompassing sheet that blocks out everything else for a time.

Some people grapple with joy, feeling that to accept it would be to betray their Rebel roots or that they must suffer to write. I have been both of those.

Some people accept their joys as counterweights to their suffering. I have been that, too.

Some people don't find real joy for years, settling instead for the small, measurable joys that come with a mundane life. This is not wrong.

Some people refuse to even shake hands with joy, let alone love it and nurture it. This is not right.



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