Whine and Cheese

Oh, save your sorry sob story for the sober soul because sinners will sin anyway and the drunkards know better than to cry over the intentionally fallen.

I’ll tell you a secret: The happiest thing in this world is the Siamese twin of the saddest.

For example, you adore your loved ones and are happiest around them. Then, one day, they die… and where does that leave you? Drowning in a sea of grief you can never truly completely overcome.

When I was a child, my parents didn’t let me be happy.

I was constantly reminded that happiness is fleeting, as much as sorrow is. Some of my close friends have heard me say this too many times.

My folks forced me to find contentment, confidence and company in ambition instead.

That obviously didn’t work because, like most adolescent girls, I too did the total opposite of what my parents said. It was mostly because it seemed like my own parents did not want me to be happy.

But recently, I’ve been recalling what they said and reflecting on it.

I think they’re right. I shall find contentment, confidence and company in ambition. We’ll see how that goes.