Actually happiness looks pretty squalid in comparision with the over conpensation for misery. And, of course, stability isn't nearly so spectular as instability. And being contented has non of teh glamour of a good flight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or fatal overthrown by passion or doubt. happiness is never grand.
Happiness is a choice that requires effort at times.
It is only when we are very happy, that we can bear to gaze merrily upon the vast and limitless expanses of water, rolling on and on with such persistant, irritating monotony, to the accompaniment of our thoughts, whether grave or gay. wehn they are gay, the waves echo thier gaiety; but when they are said, then every breaker, as it rolls, seems to bring additional sadness, and to speak to us of hopelessness and of the peitiness of all joys.
Happiness is a choice that requires effort at times.
It is only when we are very happy, that we can bear to gaze merrily upon the vast and limitless expanses of water, rolling on and on with such persistant, irritating monotony, to the accompaniment of our thoughts, whether grave or gay. wehn they are gay, the waves echo thier gaiety; but when they are said, then every breaker, as it rolls, seems to bring additional sadness, and to speak to us of hopelessness and of the peitiness of all joys.
