For example, Socrates sums up the Happiness equation when he wrote, “He who is not contented with what he has would not be contented with what he would like to have.” Similarly, the author JD Salinger wrote, “The singular difference between happiness and joy is that happiness is a solid and joy is a liquid.” Happiness often comes from external “happenstances,” while joy seems to bubble up from a well deep inside.
I can see: a small private business like PaPaYa or Craigslist or Tom’s or O’Reilly or The Blackberry Farm.
Beautiful… this is PaPaYa’s credo:
Creative Abandon is our credo.
To us it means that we ultimately answer to our creative impulses. We believe in a no apologies policy of artistic & manufacturing experimentation.
There it is again: that Hindu belief that all of life is _maya,_ illusion. Once we see life as a game, no more consequential than a game of chess, then the world seems a lot lighter, a lot happier. Personal failure becomes “as small a cause for concern as playing the role of loser in a summer theater performance,” writes Huston Smith in his book _The World’s Religions._ If it’s all theater, it doesn’t matter which role you play, as long as you realize it’s only a role. Or, as Alan Watts said: “A genuine person is one who knows he is a big act and does it with complete zip.
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Eric Weiner, within chapter on India, The Geography of Bliss
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As I neared the Afghan lines, I felt an odd lightness: a curiosity about what was going to happen, as if it would happen to someone else.
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Colin Thubron, Shadow of the Silk Road
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metalhearts:
Carnations hung from a tree at a wedding ceremony
Charlie: So how did you get all this to grow in the middle of winter, eh?
Alfred, the lighthouse builder: Oh, anything’s possible.
Charlie: Right.
Brazilian artist Ernesto Neto was born, raised, and continues to live in Rio de Janeiro, a place commonly associated with pleasure. His installations are made of stretchy, stocking–like material and loose, transparent scrims and are often filled with aromatic spices or malleable Styrofoam pellets. Suspended from the ceiling or attached to the walls at acute angles, Neto’s installations cry out like sirens to be stroked, caressed, and entered.
