Have you ever cried and then laughed while you were crying but you got mad about it because you wanted to keep crying? I have. The gentleness of the tears trickling down my cheeks and the warmth of the blood rushing to my face is always calming and soothing.. But how could I pass away and resent the opportunity to smile and chuckle at the lightness of life?

Do we desire comfort or happiness? In a life where we can simply wake up and smile to see the light of day, I still frown. To stay in bed or to walk outside and feel the warmth of the sun, which one would I prefer?

In a world of happiness and sadness I sometimes wonder why I should still live

I wonder what it would be like to live through ultimate happiness or ultimate sadness. Would one overcome the other? What if I know happiness so great that it trumps fear… or maybe I would experience fear so much that I wouldn’t get the chance to see happiness. Maybe they cancel out like 1+(-1)=0 but then there would be nothing. But there really isn’t anything wrong with nothing, is there? Just like I would rather lay in bed all morning. Nothing is a lack of something and Something is a lack of nothing. So which one really are we?

Perhaps, I will know by tomorrow morning.