When life isn’t a bitch.

What’s the ultimate form of happiness. How does one ascertain if he or she has attained a contented life? But then again, we humans are an ungrateful lot. As Maslow’s hierarchy of needs says ‘we can never attain self-actualization.'

As days go by, life seems a little sweeter. Everything seems to be falling into place nicely, maybe I’m just blinded with all that euphoric feeling rushing though my blood, or maybe reality IS actually taking place. As we all try to associate our lives with a friggin’ roller coaster, (damn you Ronan), I feel like I’m slowly climbing to the peak of the ride, anticipation and excitement building rapidly. I can’t wait to reach the peak so I can enjoy the adrenaline rush when the ride takes the plunge down. But then again as we all know excitements are always short-lived, and the cycle starts all over again.

So there you go, if life is a roller coaster then happiness won’t last forever. For every all-time high, there will be an all-time low. My ride is still climbing. Hope the peak is high enough for me to savor every bit of the excitement to my heart’s content. Slurrrpp...