Happiness Is A Fish You Can Catch

Today I sat in a cafe across from an older lady. She had a pamphlet from some Zen Master dude that was talking about finding happiness. I looked back up at the older lady and thought… has she really not found happiness yet? Fuck.

What if there was a place that you could go and it would enter you into the reality that you are the happiest. Regardless of if you believe in the multiverse theory you still have to be willing to believe that a life is decided by the choices that one makes. So, if that is the case then what if there was a place that landed you in the place that you made all the choices that brought you to your happiest. Would that be what you want? Or, is it adversity that we thrive upon? Is happiness tangible? I’m not even sure that I prefer it over contempt…

When I think about the times that I am and was the happiest I feel like I was on acid a lot of those times. But, is it because those are moments that I carved away to forget about the minutia of the regular mundane? Is it because it puts your brain on overdrive as far as dopamine goes? Who the fuck knows…

There is a moment when you orgasm that your go into this void, mentally, and you forget everything similar to when you are on acid… or when I’m on acid. Nothing matters except that one thing, which is in that case, in that moment is cumming. There is not nothing like that. I feel like a lot of people get to this moment of reptilian focus doing what they love to do. For me, of course, that is playing music amongst other things.

A number of my female friends say that they don’t know what that thing is that brings them happiness. Or, they don’t have a thing that they do, a hobby. Alcohol and sex and aggression or risk taking can bring that, but our society pushes you to find this happiness in a tangible way. For me that is playing music… but, I’m not even sure that that is really what it is that makes me happy as much as the control that it helps me to have. That is something I value.

People look at me and say that I am lucky to have a thing that makes me happy in music. But, it also makes me so mad sometimes. Happiness, I don’t think it comes from what you do, but instead from the ability to release the strong hold that your frontal lobe has on you. Driving, eating, fucking, creating can occupy your frontal lobe and let the more base parts of your brain gain back the control that they are constantly fighting for.

People always say, what is my purpose? Is that even real? Do you need to have a purpose. Does everything need to, or is existence enough? This is why I drink beer. I love it’s taste. I indulge in it in an acceptance of a purposelessness that is masked by purposefulness.

Someday we will all no be. It’s not that happiness is a choice as much as happiness comes from a choice of understanding control is no where and where there is nothing, right next to it there is everything. Zero’s and One’s…

Now, to conclude this blog. It’s name comes from an Our Lady Peace record, which is entitled, Happiness is NOT a Fish You Can Catch… although in this blog I think I argue that opposite. Check the record out. It’s real depressing 😉 Also, keep in mind, Our Lady Peace is where my band Spirit Machines got our name…

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