Let's talk about it.
*pushes a comfy chair toward you, hands you a therapy wombat, mixes you a fancy cocktail, mixes the wombat a fancy wombat cocktail*
also that wombat isn't yours, it's a fucking LOANER WOMBAT you thief
I feel like this thread is getting off-track
But I notice that when I'm happy, it's rarely due to a thing I control.
(Same with sadness, but the focus is on happiness here.)
ARE YOU HAPPY
HOW ABOUT NOW
HOW ABOUT NOW
WHAT ABOUT NOW
WAIT WERE YOU HAPPY FIVE MINUTES AGO
And some people really WANT you to be constantly happy as a creative person. They don't understand how you're
we need to bring back "wastrel."
and when it comes back I demand to be credited for its reinstitution into the derogatory vernacular please and thank you)
Translation: you don't really control it.
But satisfaction is something deeper, something fed by an internal wellspring. And something directed by a kind of... emotional compass.
As a writer, I may not be happy with a day's worth of writing, but I am satisfied that I wrote it, and satisfied that I am committed to it.
Can I answer to myself on this thing, whatever it is?
But satisfaction is like the wombat. With you for as long as you nurture it.
I'm just kidding, wombats don't die.
WOMBATS ARE ETERNAL.
They also poop in cubes, which is not at all relevant, but a fun fact.
I'm sorry, Twitter, I didn't mean that. That was rude.
More to the point: it's okay to be happy, it's okay to be unhappy, that shit's a roller coaster ride. Seek your satisfaction.
HAVE A NICE DAY BYE