How do you live a happy life? What is a happy life? A happy life is a life without regret. A happy life is one that has been lived to the fullest and best it could. By that I mean that the person living it has experienced a satisfying life.
In order to have a happy life, one must live purely. One has to be morally good. You have to always do the right thing. You do that so you don’t have to have any regrets. Because how can possibly live happily if you are weighed down with regret?
But these are all my personal view of how to live a happy life. Not everyone’s views are like mine. Not many people think like me…
Come to think of it, no one thinks like me… Aaaaaaaaanyway, moving along.
Now, as I was starting to say, other people have different views on how to live a happy life. Other people have different views on being happy, obviously leading to how to live happy. Other people may say to be happy, you have to get things that make you happy. Some people are happy being with people they are close to. Some feel fulfilled when they read, etc.
So, if the above question asks how do people in society live a happy life, then I cannot answer it because everyone’s answer is different. (Yay, individuality) But asking me, personally, in a nutshell: do good, be good, and have a good life.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Creature of Habit
Am I a creature of habit? I would say, “Yes, yes I am”. How am I a creature of habit? That answer is more than one sentence, only because it has to be.
I could just say, “Just because,” but I wouldn’t get credit for it, or really answer the question. I am a creature of habit because a creature of habit would do the same things over and over again. I do like to be spontaneous and do something that I don't normally do, but for the most part, I do the same stuff. My daily routines are not changing… maybe just the timings by a minute or two, but I don't really count that as being different.
I wake up before my bitter enemy shows his obnoxiously bright face in the sky. I then proceed to take a shower and brush my teeth. After that I get dressed, and do my hair. Same old, nothing new. School, same thing every day. Before I moved to Deer Park in the summer of ’05, I used to have different classes each day, sometimes I would have Italian, sometimes double math, etc. After I got used to this new schedule, I realized that it happens to be very boring. So, for this, I'm forced to do the same thing for the majourity of the week in school. After school, I get home at some time or another, I procrastinate my homework, but not as much as some people I know (you know who you are). Eventually I succeed in completing my homework, with breaks in between, and relax for the approximate hour I have left until bedtime, whoo-hoo.
If you can read this, you don't need glasses… unless you’re wearing them at this moment, or contacts.
If you didn’t die of boredom reading this… what's wrong with you?
If your brain melted out of your ears from lack of excitement from this b-log (your welcome Mr. V.), welcome to my world.
I could just say, “Just because,” but I wouldn’t get credit for it, or really answer the question. I am a creature of habit because a creature of habit would do the same things over and over again. I do like to be spontaneous and do something that I don't normally do, but for the most part, I do the same stuff. My daily routines are not changing… maybe just the timings by a minute or two, but I don't really count that as being different.
I wake up before my bitter enemy shows his obnoxiously bright face in the sky. I then proceed to take a shower and brush my teeth. After that I get dressed, and do my hair. Same old, nothing new. School, same thing every day. Before I moved to Deer Park in the summer of ’05, I used to have different classes each day, sometimes I would have Italian, sometimes double math, etc. After I got used to this new schedule, I realized that it happens to be very boring. So, for this, I'm forced to do the same thing for the majourity of the week in school. After school, I get home at some time or another, I procrastinate my homework, but not as much as some people I know (you know who you are). Eventually I succeed in completing my homework, with breaks in between, and relax for the approximate hour I have left until bedtime, whoo-hoo.
If you can read this, you don't need glasses… unless you’re wearing them at this moment, or contacts.
If you didn’t die of boredom reading this… what's wrong with you?
If your brain melted out of your ears from lack of excitement from this b-log (your welcome Mr. V.), welcome to my world.
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