While
watching TV the other day I heard the man
explain
(and here I am compelled to paraphrase),
happiness
comes intermittently in bits and pieces.
Sometimes
you stop randomly making your way
through
life’s trials and tribulations, and out of the
blue
it hits you, and you feel the urge to say, I’m
happy.
And although you know this feeling is fleeting
you
go on with life anyway. There was a fragrant and
perfect
rose in the garden on a warm and sunny spring
day.
You stop in your tracks and recognize it for what
it
is. Now, here’s the kicker—continuous happiness by
any
other reckoning is called Fascism. Thank you for
the enlightenment, Anthony Bourdain.
Chris
Hanch 5-8-18
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