is hard sometimes.
but then again, there's a full moon out tonight. and i wouldnt be able to enjoy it more than i can now even if i was richer prettier slimmer or... funnier.
at the end of the day, do the simple joys matter more? do they pwnz the joy that money or self-fulfillment can bring? does anything matter?
okay, so God matters. alot.

reading poetry out loud, lying on my back in a field on a full moon night.
watching the sunrise, counting the stars and calling out cloud shapes with your bestfriend.
laughing at Gen and reliving my childhood.
having the most wildly fantastic dream ever.
picking strawberries in a strawberry field in America.
satisfaction in finishing my work.
eating a sushi buffet.
having a chocolate fountain in your secret fantasy world.

i've been drawing my 'Utopian world' everywhere and anywhere recently. pointed out by dear joanne who says my utopia is her dystopia. ha.
my utopian fantasy secretz world is full of bunnies and kittens and puppies and giraffes and tame cheetahs and big cats and meese-moo and clouds and clouds that are actually cotten candy fluffz in hiding and whipped cream on everything for decoration and icecream that grows on trees and chocolate fountains that are pounded by a gigantic waterfall and talking fauns and centaurs. and in that world i'd know how to use a sword and shield and bow and arrow, even tho there's no use for it cause there arent wars in my utopia world. and i'd know how to ride a horse bareback just like Gandalf.

and in that world, i'd be slimmer and prettier and have nice silky hair that's perfect.

okay.
i shld stop now.
that went out of point.

my point is.. was.. that money doesnt buy happiness. it buys moments of happiness that last until you see something else that you want.
but cant have.

oh heck.
goodnight.