My dark secrets are life-threatening. Pockets of unhappiness set in aspic that build and build. I have this primitive feeling that if something good happens, it is going to be followed by something bad. There is always a price to pay. – Sue Townsend
What I’m scared of?
Happy. I’m scared to be happy.
My experience of happiness, the bits and snippets of it had always been threaded with pain. When bad things are happening for too long you’ve come to expect it that when good things come your way, you think it’s a trap, a trick to lure you only to find out that at the very end there is nothing but false promises designed to fool you in believing like with other people happiness exists for you too.
But sadly, experience had shown me otherwise. Good things indeed never last. I am so familiar with the cliché that it keeps me from enjoying the moment, knowing what will happen next, I am already dreading the inevitable before it’s actually there. Life taught me not to be attached to anything or anyone. I learned (without knowing) not to miss people and places. Everything is temporary. Heraclitus said: The Only Thing That Is Constant Is Change and I agree. Nothing lasts forever. Especially good things.
Someone somewhere asked: What exactly is the standard to be happy? And I thought: Yeah, what is? Success? Network? Family? Material things? All of them? None of them? I don’t know.
Do you?
MY OWN PRIVATE IDAHO 
You seem to be in a dark mood lately. I hope everything is okay. We can’t experience happiness without understanding sorrow. Not that happiness is the absence of pain, but that we see a brighter side of things when pain is not persistent.
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Thanks for your concern. I appreciate it. I guess I don’t know much the difference between the colors of my moods since they are all leaning towards the darker shades. Maybe it’s time to redecorate.
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