Tuesday, February 01, 2005

Happiness, Dani

I had a dream about swimming last night. It made me feel small and strangely secure. I am having a particularly hard time in trying to write about happiness, I have been trying very hard for the last couple of days. I don't know what to say, what makes me happy changes every few moments, and is often not even happiness so to speak. Emotions are like colors, they blend together into an almost impossible spectrum in which nothing can be specifically labeled as "blue" or yellow". I am however a great fan of contentedness, as I am most often not in this state of existence and admire it as a vacation. I felt content when I dreamed about swimming, I feel content around certain people. I am very passionate, but that's not happiness either. Ask me in a few years, and then I may have this one hashed out.