All this talk about how life is not as good as we all imagined it and stuff. How we're all closing doors, and how essentially it's all downhill from here on in. How life ain't gonna be as exciting as it seemed back in the day. We were all dreamers who were gonna be millionaires or movie stars or ballerinas. Uhm, okay, scratch off that last one there. But still, I was thinking last night and I realized that although it's true that all these bad things are happening, and our lives are taking paths which aren't so extravagant etc etc, I've learned to appreciate things more lately. Little things that I've always taken for granted when I was younger. I won't give any examples, but I'm sure you can all sort of relate with me here at some level.
I guess it's sort of a mixed blessing kinda thing. Sure, a few years back we peeked over yonder to the other side, and saw lush green grass. Now that we're realizing that the green grass is actually brown, when a brown blade of grass speckled with even the smallest hints of green shows up, we can appreciate it more. You get my drift here? Sure, you can call it comprimise, or lowering of standards. And that's exactly what it is. But who cares anymore, right? Happiness isn't reaching that lush green field. Happiness is redefining what 'green' really is to you, and not giving a shit that you're redefining it.
