the canal.

The wind is crazy here.
and I think about things that defined where I was before
and I think about the void of what it all means.
We talked about how your surroundings might not have a thing to do with happiness.

but then "La Vie en Rose" played live outside my window last night - and I thought that I might be in Heaven.

and then I thought that there are so many things that make heaven on earth.

like wind.
or, "La Vie en Rose"
or legs wrapped around legs
rain on the roof-top

so many mantras of what will make you happy
confidence
honesty

"self-help": the most lucrative section in the bookstore.

books. good ones. Long ones that you hope will never end...
not the "self-help" kind.

I do not really have a mantra.

I am one of those who can be anywhere and happy -
that is, if I'm in the right head space.

'don't really matter where I am.'
It can be Heaven in my heart...
it can be...
and the truth about happiness is that, for me,
the hope that I might get it back - or keep it, or eventually learn to sustain it,

is what drives me.