
Lately I've realized most that when you're down in the dumps the easiest way to get out is to find the things that inspire you to feel better, until before you know it you're better all together.
"You are suffering form an ailment that affects ladies of romantic imaginations. Symptoms include fainting, weariness, loss of appetite, low spirits. While on one level the crisis can be ascribed to wandering about in freezing rain without the benefit of adequate waterproofing, the deeper cause is more likely to be found in some emotional trauma. However, unlike the heroines of your favorite novels, your constitution has not been weakened by the privations of life in earlier, harsher centuries. No tuberculosis, no childhood polio, no unhygienic living conditions. You'll survive." - Diane Setterfield. (mad kudos to her)
People seem to jump from one sensation to the next just looking to be happy. All we want to do is party and hang out, we never seem to get enough of it. But is that really what makes us happy? The problem of looking for happiness in things like getting drunk is that the feeling is gone the next day. And like a drunk, we start to go again in a spree. And the futile cycle goes on and on.
We all know that worldly things can never give us lasting happiness, but we all want to prove it ourselves. And so we waste our time.





