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| funny, today's my birthday... some time i'll put some thought into making an entry,
yet for the most part, i'm on facebook <.< cya there | | |
| It is often believed that happy people achieve happiness through great feats and accomplishment, when in fact, happy people are people who achieve happiness through the completion of small tasks. The "happy" man takes pride and joy in the simple things that he accomplishes, he sets goals that are at or below his capability, ergo his general success rate is higher. Whereas the "unhappy" man is always taking risks, attempting to perform tasks beyond his capability, bringing about a low success rate in life. ( Excerpts from John Hebert) Interestingly enough, it is often the unsuccessful people that we see in media, acheiving great fame and fortune. this is because the unsuccessful man takes on a task with a minimalchance of success, in the long run, that success shows. Thoughts: Is it enough to know only what it is to be happy? Can we live without aspiring for the top? We take risks knowing there is a possibility of success, and a possibility of failure, but how do we weigh the probability of failure versus the outcome? We probably do this all sub conciously, analyze the risk, verify the outcome, make a decision. but, if we break down the motions, will we know what to do? some things are so built in, so subconcious, that we dont even know how to do it, when think about it.
maybe i'm just rambling, but, how do you know the balance between risk and success? We each live in our own way... and i think i'm still trying to find mine. | | |
| Maybe it is time to move on.
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| Rejection. Lost. Drifting away.
Mayb it's time to move on, whats the past should stay the past. Reincarnating what has been now, is a waste of tie, no?
iguess something aren't meant to be.
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| | TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, | |
| And sorry I could not travel both | |
| And be one traveler, long I stood | |
| And looked down one as far as I could | |
| To where it bent in the undergrowth; |
Stuck at an impasse, am I. How do you know where to go? Looks can be deceiving; whether choose seemingly the quick and easy path, or the long and arduous. I cannot move, think or feel, until I choose my course of action. Yet through countless hours of debate in my mind, I cannot find the answer. And than, a friend said, "Just be yourself, and what will happen should happen." It sounded nice and everything, and it seemed to be the correct thing to do, until I caught myself. Believing in what "should" happen, letting things go the way they "should" go-this almost seems as if you are waiting for something divine to happen. Is this what it means to believe in God? Do the best you can and leave things to fate? (I can't believe I even formed such a jumbled thought)Does His prescence play such a role in the life of a Christian? Are there really some situations where you cannot know the right choice? I learned the doctrine, I went to Sunday School, I am surrounded by people that believe in Him, yet I'm not so sure. Is He there, if you dont know where there is?
After this self-analysis, another aspect of myself comes to light. A couple months I read in a pamphlet that signs of depression are the loss of any sense of joy in whatever you do. Recently I have lost all sense of joy in what I do. Whatever I do, I do to waste time, and time goes by ever so slowly. This loss of interest in anything is deppression? Maybe it is, maybe it isnt, maybe that pamphlet was from a basket of snakes(western reference). Something completely random, but, deppression is a state of mind, and, therefore, if I change my mind, I'll be described as that. For example, if I pretended I were "happy", or made my mind happy, somehow, I should be "happy". but this doesnt seem to work. Maybe I dont know what happiness means, therefore I can't be happy. Guess I'll never know.
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| I shall be telling this with a sigh | |
| Somewhere ages and ages hence: | |
| Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— | |
| I took the one less traveled by, | |
| And that has made all the difference. | |
maybe i should make "all the difference" and choose the road less traveled. but therein lies the question, what is the road less traveled?
Taken from The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
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