The old saying says "the best revenge is a life well-lived," or as Mr. Palahniuk said "That's the best revenge of all: happiness. Nothing drives people crazier than seeing someone have a good fucking life."

It's true isn't it? Once you're happy, not much can irritate you. Not your friend's better job, not your neighbor's prettier kids, not your colleague's expensive bags, and not even all those cool kids' awesome experiences that they shoved down your face on social media. Not much. You just go on with your life, smelling the flowers, appreciating the nice sunny days, enjoying curling up on rainy days, take the time to chew those delicious food properly, and just you know, be happy. 

You don't even care what people think of you anymore. You don't care if they think your shoes are ugly, or your clothes are weird, or your hair is all kinds of funky, or what a slut you are, or how immoral you are. You don't care. 

And eventually, you let go of the past. You let go of all those people, of all those incidents, all those shit that you put up with sometimes long ago. When you're eventually happy, you just, you know, happy. Everything in the past is just things that had to happened to lead you to where you are. Everything that has past, those are just things that happened long ago, someone else ago. 

It's not a final stop though, those happy states. They come and go. You might be happy for a year, or two, or maybe a decade. Then something happens. You see, life is the biggest bitch out there. It doesn't enjoy sitting around doing nothing. I don't know why, but life has these urges to throw a crazy amount of shit at everyone. And life does it randomly, suddenly, and without mercy. Then it would just go its merry way, and giggled. 

But then, you work your way again, and you find yourself at a happy state again. It might not be for long, but at least, you're there now. 

I guess what I'm trying to say is, I don't know what I'm trying to say. 

I was trying to write something on how to manage your jealousy, but then I got derailed when I realized the reason I'm so easily get jealous of something insignificant, is because I'm not happy. Yet. 

2013 is a roller coaster. I was happy, then ecstatic, then slightly depressed, and now, I'm just bored. bored. b.o.r.e.d bored. 

Welp, nice talking to you guys. Drop me a note or something, we should have this kind of talk again. 

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