.: The Morning Sad :.

Its these mornings that are the worst times of the day for me. I'll lay here for a long while hearing the neighborhood slowly waking up. If I make too much noise waking up the dogs will wake too and whine to go out. So I lay still suffering through another fit of sadness. Eventually I will do what I do now and open up the laptop to type through my thoughts ignoring Oogo trying to put his massive (and now whining) head onto the keyboard. When the writing or the whining is enough, I'll feed the dogs and dress to go out for our walk. Sometimes if I'm lucky, I catch Jo before he goes to work. He'll ask how I am and I'll have to try not to cry. This is when I will get my morning hug and the "everything will be ok".

Well *this morning I found this soon after opening up my laptop. Blame tdj. Follow the link to the essay, I found that interesting. But it was this quote in tdj's cut:

Assuming that it is possible to compare happiness across people (and I don't really see why not), then there is a happiest person alive. That person is probably a genetic deviant, like the tallest person, the smartest person, or the fastest person. And, the thing is, they probably aren't that much happier than many of us. I think we have to accept the possibility that many people who are alive today are about as happy as people get. We may be banging against the upper limits of our (non-reengineered) hedonic capacity. And that's precisely why people are looking for something else or more, or whatnot.

Because happiness is just one of the good things that makes a life go well, not the thing that makes a life go well. Being happy is like having a good pair of shoes. They'll take you lots of places. But you still need somewhere to go. And you still need pants.

I loved the pants bit too. I'm off to feed the dogs and I think I hear Jo...