I just read this quote by F Scott Fitzgerald
“Riding in a taxi one afternoon between very tall buildings under a mauve and rosy sky; I began to bawl because I had everything I wanted and knew I would never be so happy again.”
It immediately reminded me of Kurt Cobain and made me wonder what's with people not just appreciating their happiness? Why the need to destroy it by thinking that they'll never be another moment in life that will compare? Or that I have everything (including love) and yet I'm miserable? I'm just aghast by both attitudes and approaches. Really. I'm not the most "Pollyanna-esque" person out there (by far) but I just don't get it. Maybe I have learned more from my pragmatic Dutch mother than I tend to think.
Or maybe, because there's always another project, ambition, or goal, I never think that any one moment in life with be a moment of absolute completion. They'll always be another moment of utter joy or a way to find happiness and appreciate the gifts that I've been given. Yeah, I mean that, even though I can be a big fat complainer !!!