Yesterday, I overheard a conversation between two girls sitting and talking about their upcoming week.
“God, I will be so happy once this week is over,” said one to the other.
It was a normal conversation, and a normal thought to have. Many times in my own experiences, I’ve said to myself that once I get past a certain point, I could finally be happy. It didn’t occur to me until later that what they said was actually intriguing. Happiness is something that everyone seeks, a universal goal. But someone tell me why happiness is always pushed aside by ordinary circumstances? I don’t suppose you could tell me the meaning of life while you’re at it.
- Eric Hawkinson