I have never met a truely happy person. I have of course met happy, content, and even boisterous people, but none of them truely happy. Every person I've met has that one thing that they still want more than anything in the world, those few little regrets that haunt them, poor coices, medical defects/disabilities, that part inside of them that is always trying to destroy themselves or the world out of its hatred. I often wonder what it's like to be truely happy, Or truely sad, for I have never met a truely sad person either. They always have those precious few people and often items that they treasure, that make them feel better and follows-
"Sanity is not but an illusion of orginization and control created
by intellects trying to defy the natural chaos of the universe." -Amin
by intellects trying to defy the natural chaos of the universe." -Amin
-them always. That one moment they try to live in for the joy, confidence, pride, and respect it brought. That one trait they try to ignore that makes them excellent beings. For some reason humans try to ignore good and bad things that keep us from being truely happy or truely sad. Humans will ignore how someone makes us feel to be truely sad, or we'll ignore our unhappiness at work or home to be truely happy.
