Not very scenic, I know, but it's beautiful in it's own quiet serenity.
(This was taken this morning)
This morning as I was having my cup of coffee and listening to Jack Johnson strumming along on my Pandora radio station I had a sort of revelation.
Bare with my ranting but the fate of society's happiness and the world's creativity is in my hands, or rather the hard drive of my computer.
I feel as though I have
spent most of my life searching for the secret to happiness when it was in my
own hands all along. The power to create does not lie within the walls of an
academic building or in the ink of a document confirming a higher level of
education. The power to create a masterpiece lies within the boundaries of the
mind and the crevasses of the heart.
A person can say what they think or write
how they feel, yet until they are brave enough to step out of their comfort-zone;
a person is merely a puppet of society.
The words on a piece of paper can
either be the true character of the author’s soul or the sugar of the world. A
book after its binding is exactly what the author chooses it to be. The modern
society can label it and distribute it as its own work of art; but until
science discovers a way to read someone’s motives, the work in which is bound
belongs purely to the one who wrote it.
No manner of human worth can measure up to the accomplishment of a completed thought.
Our thoughts, our feelings, our happiness... is our own.
Yesterday I was the victim of a rough day. Today I am the conqueror of yesterday!
Last semester I was sitting in an English class and I had another sudden revelation about happiness. (These random thoughts and "epiphanies" are quite normal for me... I always have a notebook around.)
The scrap piece of paper read:
"The happiness of a human being does not depend or rest in the hands of another. Happiness is in their own hands. Happiness is a choice and should be looked for in every situation. Let joy be your candle when you're in the dark."
No comments :
Post a Comment