The Concept of Happiness

The Concept of Happiness

By definition, happiness (noun) is:

  1. the state of being happy.

Not a place.

Not a person.

Not a job or car or beautiful boy with a shining ring in his left pocket.

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Expectations of Europe

Expectations of Europe

I learned a thing or two about a thing or two in Croatia.

Mostly about expectations.

I think I had in my mind (for some odd reason) that this side of the Mediterranean was smooth and sandy,

Still and steady,

Clear water and sweet fish.

I was met pretty quickly with the reality that Croatia was not willing to oblige to these ideas.

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If You Can't Buy It, Build It

If You Can't Buy It, Build It

But perhaps out of all the things I’ve learned on this escapade thus far, at the forefront is this: I’d like to get close. To be in the season I’m in. To stand in the weather that’s present. To sit with the people I’m next to while still maintaining connection to those miles away.

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Present in Paris

Present in Paris

A city that begs for your attention like the sparkles on the Eiffel tower every hour, on the hour (fun fact I recently obtained) was on it’s knees asking “Will you be here? Will you try?”

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In Bloom from London

In Bloom from London
Meandering through the vast Hyde Park of London, I found myself surrounded by bountiful flowers and grass. I also found myself amongst a tactical conversation of planning. As most people do on trips, an itinerary is necessary for means of comfort (oh wait, that’s just me? Type A people… please stand up)
As my travel partner (photographed below, as he probably will continue to be throughout this quarter’s newsletter) and I spoke of a minute detail pertaining to another destination we are going to in the coming weeks, I mustered the words “sounds like a plan of the present.”
And I was almost taken aback at my own comment.
I have never not been a planner. 
Every moment. Every stitch. Every second.
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On Remembering

On Remembering

It was death season and just like I had to cut my hair and break my back and lick my wounds to survive again, it needed to wither too. I am not saying it deserved to be tortured or violently scalped in the same fashion of my particular cross, but I am saying: this is just how it has to be.

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The Point Of Pain

The Point Of Pain

An object in motion will stay in motion, Sir Newton proclaimed. But why do we claim ourselves prey when pain itself doesn’t take ownership as a predator? What if this seemingly terrifying danger isn’t a lion set to devour us but rather something else?

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I Love(d) You, Say It Back

I Love(d) You, Say It Back

What good does it do if we only love those who love us back? Have we come to a point where love is, for the most part, no longer a verb or a noun? Rather, it lives in our lives as more of a tight sphere of self interest? Something we grip onto so grossly and only toss when we can be sure it will be tossed back at greater than or equal to pace and force?

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