Better than Chocolate...?

 

I'm not really silly enough to think that chocolate solves anything. But it calms me. It's a soothing assurance, that this hectic life I have worked myself into is also full of wonderful surprises and unexpected sweetness. It reminds me that a hefty percentage of my "problems" don't really need to be solved at all, just outlasted.

And since my therapist told me the way to achieve true inner peace is to finish what I start. So far  I have wolfed down half the packet of dark chocolate. I feel better already :-)

I dedicate this post to someone to likes 1848 Noir Framboise as much as I do. You know who you are.

Love etcetera...

 

Today while I was strolling through a parking lot, I kept asking myself what I really wanted in life.

And do you know what the answer was? The answer was that I wanted two things. First, I want love. Then I want happiness. I always have.

After all, what is happiness? Love, they tell me. But love doesn't bring and never has brought happiness. On the contrary, it's a constant state of anxiety, a battlefield; it's sleepless nights, asking ourselves all the time if we're doing the right thing. Real love seems to be composed of ecstasy and agony. 

Will I hence never have the only 2 things I desire in life because of the conundrum of their coexistence?

And as someone told me yesterday, rare are the people who actually love.

Shh!

Sometimes I feel that it's easier not to say anything. 

The wise option can be to simply shut my trap, button my lip, can it or whichever expression suits your fancy. All that crap you hear on TV about communication and expressing feelings is a lie. Nobody really wants to hear what you have to say. They just want to hear you say what they want to hear.