Ironically, it's this same malignant narcissism, revealing itself through whining, arrogance, avarice, pique, anxiety, severity, defensive cynicism, and aggressive ambition, that is keeping the vainglorious out of their paradise. Among our egocentric sad-sacks, despair is as addictive as heroin and more popular then sex, for the single reason that when one is unhappy one gets to pay a lot of attention to oneself. Misery becomes a kind of emotional masturbation. Taken out on others, depression becomes a weapon. But for those willing to reduce and permeate their ego, to laugh--or meow--it into submission, heaven on earth is a distinct psychological possibility.
--Tom Robbins
In Defiance of Gravity
the sunrise this morning was like a scene from a michael mann christmas movie shot in north dakota.
what I mean to say is, it was beautiful.
mornings are something I had to get used to, which is a shame, because there is just as much beauty there as there is at night.
as I work on all the things I need to change in my life, looking at the world in a different light (so to speak) is just par for the course. I don't believe that I have changed inside, but that my interaction with the external has become somewhat more involved. simply put: I'm not sleeping as much.
I mean that in the best possible way.
I look forward to more sunrises and more sunsets and all the things that come before and after.
I think me, I want life,
I think me, I want a house and a wife,
I want to shimmy- shimmy- shimmy through the break of dawn, yeah.
-system of a down
