It’s difficult. Being unhappy. Maybe that’s why I avoid
going into the doldrums. It’s far easier
being happy. I have tried being unhappy. Just to get a better feel for it. So
that I can better understand my unhappy friends. But for me, it’s
excruciatingly difficult to be unhappy. It drains the stamina from me. After
five minutes, I find it necessary to return to my happy state of being. I’d go
nuts if I forced myself to be unhappy for a sustained period. I couldn’t take it.
It would be too demanding, too depleting. Even to play such a role. On stage.
Just pretending that I’m unhappy. That would be too much of a challenge. I’d
decline the role. Even if I were offered millions of dollars. I’d rather be a
happy pauper. --Jim Broede
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