Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Peace. Contentment. Sublime joy.
I had a wonderful time yesterday. Reminiscing. With two of my old college buddies. Turned back the clock more than 50 years. Seemed like yesterday. A reunion. Jogs the memory. Such a pleasant day, too. Snow. Nature. Bedecked in white. So early in October. We're all in our 70s. In the autumn/winter of our lives. Thoughts of eternal recurrence. Doing it over again. Yes, life has its sorrows. But an abundance of happiness, too. Peace. Contentment. Sublime joy. --Jim Broede
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I wonder why more people don't reflect on the beauty and sublime joy of life. Instead, they waste their lives. Focused on trivialities. --Jim Broede
Some people even cut off friendships over trivialities. Imagine that. --Jim
Yes, some people punish themselves. By refusing to be happy. By choice. Strange, isn't it? --Jim
You are a self-proclaimed loner. What do you know past your own little inner circle? Why on earth, would anyone CHOOSE to be unhappy, unless they have a mental deficiency. Even then, it isn't polite to belittle them.
Oh yeah, it is all in the perception.
anon56
I'm a self-proclaimed romantic idealist, a free-thinker, a liberal and a lover. A loner, of sorts, too. I am many things. I am me. I am constantly evolving. I am not static. --Jim
You, dear Anon56, sound unhappy. But you don't have to be. Your choice. Come now. Don't worry. Be happy. --Jim
Unhappy people tend to see train wrecks. Even when they aren't there. Happy people see and feel love and joy. --Jim
Some unhappy people begrudge me my happiness. And they say it isn't real. Only imagined. Because they can't conceive real happiness. They think it's impossible to be happy. I know better. Because I am living actual happiness. It's as real as real can be. --Jim
You should get that t shirt that says:
"I'm in my own little world.
Thats OK.
They know me here."
You are so cute, when you don't get it.
I'll take being cute as a compliment. Thanks. --Jim
One of you anonymous posters asked me, "Why on earth, would anyone CHOOSE to be unhappy, unless they have a mental deficiency?"
Yes, I suppose it's a mental problem. Fact is, some choose unhappiness even if they don't have to. For whatever reason. And some of 'em even begrudge happy people their happiness. They can't stand to see happiness in others. I know some of 'em. They write to me. And they're terribly unhappy. And they tell me I have no right to be happy. And that I could well be faking my happiness to rub it in so they feel even unhappier. They suggest that I act happy primarily to annoy them. That if I was a decent guy, I'd act unhappy even if I was happy. Of course, that confuses me. I'm dealing with some real nut cases. I don't mean to belittle 'em. I just encourage them to go in for treatment. To see a psychiatrist. When I tell them that, they often get even more annoyed. They accuse me of acting superior. That I'm the one that should be seeing a psychiatrist. So that I learn how to feel inferior. But I don't want to do that. Because I really want to keep feeling good and happy -- and yes, somewhat superior. --Jim
Some of you anonymous snob ladies are trying to tell me what and how to write in my blog. Fat chance. That's like telling me how to brood. These are broodings. Did you notice what this blog is called? It's personal stuff. Sort of like a journal. Are you gonna tell me what to put in my journal? My attitude is that if you don't like what I write here and it annoys you -- well, then tune out. Go elsewhere. Find something else to do rather than waste your time here. Vamoose. Yes, I occasionally hurl insults back at you. And I choose not to print some of your insults. Because this is my blog. And I'm the boss. The editor. The big cheese. Anyway, I seldom give credence to anonymous comments. If you sign a verifiable name, I'll even allow you to get away with insults. At least when I hurl 'em, you know where it's coming from. I have a verifiable name. Anyway, ladies, when you visit my blog, learn to abide by my standards, my rules. You are in my territory. My domain. I'm the king here. I rule by divine right. --Jim
If you've never seen anyone quite like me, that's all right. We're all individuls. Unique. But some act like robots. Too automated. --Jim
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