On finding Joy

beautiful sentiment, w/a touch of sorrow: that we can never regain the innocent joy we felt as a child...

As, Indiana Jones, goes:  It's not the years, honey, it's the mileage... :) I think it's funny.   Most of the time. :)

these words seem to long for more than know...........

familiar feeling mam..........

I'm glad you understand. Thank you. I appreciate being in a place and finding people not thinking me so strange. DUP, has been a great place for me to let that goose loose. Bit by bit.  Someday, maybe all the words will fall into place like lock and key. Although I wish that for everybody. It's a faultless dream.

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Thank you, Roachmill. It's good to see you. :)

This can happen for either joy or anger, I contemplate on that thought alone.  This is where counting to ten comes from perhaps.  I have anger triggers just as well.  I consider that anger is to joy as love is to hate.  It’s okay to be angry – I get angry and I write it out or tell someone about it and get it out of my brain before it gets into my system.  I try and hold onto joy for as long as I can.  The vibrations are good for you. It's so much easier when we're afforded the time to think alone, to be alone with our thoughts, and to find the one who is thinking. It was Shocking for me. That's the truth. :) I never could let go of electricity though.  I didn’t recognize her at first.

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It's my pleasure.  Thank you. :)

Has joy to be found?
Or is it an inalienable feeling
just mostly not perceived properly
due to outward disturbance?

I like your sight on things.

Miss Chi, I really appreciate that.  It’s outside in and inside out; never a beginning or end; sort of like calculus. Would you believe that joy is the byproduct of the discovery itself; that which can be found?  Individually.  And yet we need oxygen to breath.  There’s always the symbiotic relationship with the outside world. Just as well, we need nourishment to grow intellectually, and individually.  Joy has nothing to do with intellect though.  Intellect comes from knowing where to look.  I’m not smart, I’m only lucky that I just happen to be in the right place at the right time when all the elements fell into place.  It’s important for me to elaborate more on the philosophy.  It’s subtle. Something happened.  It was wonderful.  And then I started to pay attention.  It’s a smile that comes from within and winds up a beam of light on the outside; following the laws of physics, resistance is futile.  Flowers aren’t considered smart either, but they know in what direction to grow. I like you too.  :) I like all you guys.