For the first time this week, I’m thinking clear; and for the longest time I feel– happy– for no reason at all, which got me thinking…what is happiness for me?
Is it like the latest designer drug, everyone desires it, but it cannot be bought or sold that easily? Truly, I am one of the more fortunate ones, I am born of a family that doesn’t leave me wanting material needs, yet I am despondent most of the time; some men may work for years in a field allocating every Peso they earn towards their virtuous conquest of happiness, looking and crying, buying and selling lives, but they will never find the happiness they seek at the end of the day, buried in any pile of money. The things they may buy will bring them temporary happiness, but like purchasing a cheap fuck; a whore for the night, the effect will fade, and they will awake feeling more cold and disenchanted than the night before.
Happiness is just around the corner if we only knew how to find it. I think in it’s purest form, it seems to be so mind-numbingly obvious that it really is NEARLY impossible to find and often overlooked…today it took the form of a text message.
Another smile formed its way across my lips. THEN I knew I was happy.
Mike "Fucking" Villar
"a Manila-based blogger made famous by his Atrocities of Friendster series, a regular feature he publishes on his blog where he mercilessly criticizes and mocks pictures of ugly people he stumbles upon on popular social networking site, Friendster. Although a lot of people are offended by what he writes, long-time readers of his blog regard him as a brilliant satire writer."
-Taken from my WikiBios page
