juke box: happiness- orson

all that happens is happiness,
happiness.

every once in a while we'll be inclined to reminisce, not doing so would seem like going through exams without a report card at the end.

i think i am relatively joyful today. in the most concerted irony i am sort of satisfied, enjoying a very routine life. it's been more than 5 months now, and as our relationship falls into place with both of our lives, we no longer have to fit each other in. knowing myself, i'll probably always wonder how it'll be like if i'm single again. i feel sad that i'm not achieving anything worth bragging about. unwittingly, i have lost the spark that was my pride and joy, in the process of finding a new identity with the boy i love.

does that mean that i can never love another as much as i love myself? trying to have the best of both worlds seems to equate not devoting enough to either one.

i wonder if anybody recalls the Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan? i did not read the book, but i had caught the film on tv recently. how can we fight for ourselves against the people we love?

I blogged @ 2:08 PM