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ive been poor. it didnt make me happy. just gave me more to worry about.

 

i think happy is independent of wealth overall.

 

but there are things that money can buy that will make me smile.

 

and thats close enough to happy for me right now.

 

I agree that happiness is independent of wealth. Money has absolutely nothing to do with happiness. (or rather, joy would be a more accurate word as there is such thing as fleeting happiness.) You don't have to live second class Cindy.

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fleeting happiness in frequent doses will do for now.

 

but as i have not yet come across this cash... moot point.

 

still, if and when i do... i'm preparing the list.

 

have i mentioned the personal IMAX theater yet?

 

i want one of those.

 

and floors, wood ones, and tile.

 

i am really tired of carpet. like really really.

 

also i want my house to not have animals i haven't invited living in it.

 

the thing in the attic is freaking me out.

I would lie if I said that I didn´t want more money. It does make life a little more simple. But I have also experienced the relief of getting rid of things. To many things is like a burden and I feel more free when giving things away.

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i love giving stuff away. and getting more stuff. and giving that away. and so on.

 

i would never get tired of that. but it's cyclical for me. gather stones, scatter them and all.

Yeah, giving things to others (things might also mean time, care or simply interest) is probably the best way to happiness.

Yeah.

 

Probably also working. Less sitting and thinking, more doing things. Simple, physical things.

 

Hmm, should I apply it to myself? :wink:

Swimming is acceptable as well :biggrin:

 

Servants are good. Having servants should be a human right and be provided by social security.

Human servants give more possibilites... :baalzamon:

I guess you're right...

 

But you need this human factor. C'mon, I get a servant, but it turns out it's a robot and I still can't give orders to another human being? Where's the fun in that? :myrddraal:

 

Stuff gets done, ok, but where's the power and privileges? Where's dominating over somebody exctly like you?

 

Well, I guess your idea is definitely healthier :wink:

Human spirit can be broken. Look at Seanchan.

 

Your attitude is healthier, robots it might be.

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but you can get all those things without taking them. the humans are very willing to give them away.

 

good song, very dylanesque.

 

leonard always is.

Leonard is very special. I love his songs and the poems themselves.

 

 

I never liked the way you loved

 

So devious, so dated

 

But still I fasted like a monk

 

And prayed to see you naked

 

~

 

I’d see you hurting everyone

 

A government of suffering

 

I’d tell myself ‘Thy Will Be Done

 

My will it counts for nothing’

 

~

 

I drank a lot I lost my job

 

I lived like nothing mattered

 

And you, you never came across

 

You never even answered

 

~

 

It was a blind and broken time

 

And kindness was forbidden

 

I guess I tried to hitch a ride

 

From acid to religion

 

~

 

But every guiding light was gone

 

And every good direction

 

The book of love I read was wrong

 

It had a happy ending

 

~

 

But when the system had been shocked

 

Beyond all recognition

 

The simple things that I’d forgot

 

Resumed their sweet position

 

~

 

I thought I saw you with a child

 

I thought I heard you weeping

 

And all the garden round you wild

 

And safely in your keeping

 

~

 

I don’t recall what happened next

 

I kept you at a distance

 

But tangled in the knot of sex

 

My punishment was lifted

 

~

 

Your remedies beneath my hand

 

Your fingers in my hair

 

The kisses on our lips began

 

That ended everywhere

 

~

 

And when I gathered up to leave

 

You drew me by your side

 

To be as Adam was to Eve

 

Before the Great Divide

 

~

 

And fastened here we cannot move

 

Except to one another

 

We spread and drown as lilies do

 

From nowhere to the centre

 

~

 

And here I cannot lift a hand

 

To trace the lines of beauty

 

But lines are traced and love is glad

 

To come and go so freely

 

~

 

And here no sin can be confessed

 

No sinner be forgiven

 

It’s written that the law must rest

 

Before the law is written

 

~

 

And here the silence is erased

 

The background all dismantled

 

Your beauty cannot be compared

 

No mirror here, no shadow

 

~

 

But now it comes, a grazing wind

 

Aimless and serene

 

It wounds me as I part your lips

 

It wounds us in between

 

~

 

And now the wars can start anew

 

The torture and the laughter

 

We cry aloud, as humans do

 

Before the truth, and after

 

~

 

I don’t know how it’s going to end

 

You always left that open

 

But oh, you are the only friend

 

I never thought of knowing :smile:

I didn't know Isis before.

 

I just read the lyrics...

 

and wow. Just wow. It's bloody amazing.

 

I don't see any direct connection, but the style of the poem, the general feel, the rhythm is pretty similar to some of Cohen's stuff.

 

I guess there must be something more. I just feel like Cohen might have written it himself.

 

Hehe - I've just seen your comment. I'm not deleting mine, but I guess my idea won't make much sense to you :smile:

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