strung like beads on the string of a lifetime, they make a necklace of contentment.

it takes many little notes to make a great symphony.

for me happiness is when, for reasons usually unplanned and unknown, my consciousness drills down through the crust of the banal, and finds the motherlode.

the best kind is also the quickest to disappear!

the more i learn to control the animal response of trying to grab and hold it, the longer it stays.

the more i learn to accept it without remark or condition, the more often it flies into my lap.

i take this shit very seriously! unhappiness was connected to money fetishisation very early, which helped to vaccinate me against mammon per se, yet i can see how money has a place in a good life, though it took me a long time to understand the correlation/causation factor, jaundiced as i was from seeing so many fucked up dysfunctional family situations, where less money might have been a very good thing.

a whole lot more philosophy would have met the problems way upstream and made the money issue moot, but the cookie didn't crumble that way, alas.

so many suicides of children in my parents' world, that demographic called the upper-middle, or those who were aspirants to upper class, but doomed never to get there.

and yes money was the only metric they used for satisfaction, its power supplanted their own, they became defined by money...

The person who says it cannot be done should not interrupt the person doing it. Chinese Proverb.