i have a question. how many of us can say that we are happy? not necessarily ecstatic or even elated but just plain vanilla happy. behind all this smiling mask that we all wear in order to carry on our daily life, how many amongst us can really look in the mirror and say "hey, i am happy".
of late, i've been meeting more and more people who have grievances, regrets, unhappiness and anger locked away in their hearts. others are just empty or lost, searching for something but not quite knowing what. we are presently in a society that gives us unsurpassed prosperity. never had the world economy been so developed, so prosperous and grown so much. recession or not, the world as a whole is much more developed than ever before. graduates now are earning more than 10 to 20 years ago. conglomerates now are on a bigger scale than the last decade. we can now afford holidays, luxury goods and leisure whilst our ancestors were too busy sweating their buns off to just make ends meet. the word 'holiday' or 'leisure' was so alien to them that going home earlier was in itself a luxury.
so, why are we still so unhappy? why is the divorced and suicidal rate higher than before? we have more......but we are still desperately looking for something.......satisfaction? confidence? fulfillment? ego? acceptance? all of us bloggers, are we trying to hide from something in the real world by spending so much of our time in this imaginary world? or are we trying to find something here? something that is elusive in the real world.
everybody that i meet, friends from all walks of life........is trying to tell me their unhappy side. i feel so much for them. if i could have only one skill in life, i wish i have the ability to make people happy.
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misery is the mother of happiness.
Its all in the mind. If your friends think they are unhappy, then they are.
We can never have enough, that's the sad truth.
dear ah pek: misery is mother of happiness ah? then what is the father of happiness? and the son leh? how about daughter? soooooo deep lah.
dear cock: unfortunately it's always our mind that plays the trick. next time we do brain transplant with clown, ok?
if i'm not mistaken, it is called "immaculate conception"
dear ah pek: ooooohhhh, like virgin mary ah? i seeeee...poor 'happiness' is a bastard child. no wonder no one is happy lah. now i understand.
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