All right. Lets pretend Im so incredibly happy my brain is thinking about rainbows and butterflies and Im waving good morning to the mailman. I let my guard down. Next thing I know, something takes a dark turn. But I dont even realize it because Im over here staring at a bright patch of happy light. All of a sudden, Ive fallen into a hole and have no rope, no ladder, and the walls are too slippery to climb out of. Happiness makes me lose focus. It makes me weak. I cant stand it. Does that make sense to you now?
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Themes
- Happiness — Thoughts on finding joy, contentment, and fulfilment