January 15, 2008
Holding on to smoke
Why is it that pain and hurt always feel much more intense, both in dreams and in reality, than happiness?
Or is it just me?
Nothing is really more miserable than the memory of happiness. If only we could choose to only remember the pain and the unhappy. Then, every next moment can so easily be an anticipation of comparative happiness.
Posted by 杏 cy （Jancy） at 19:02