Of life and love...

I have to add something to a previous post of mine. I once argued for the necessary existence of God, by showing that there are indeed some things in our universe that are uncontrollable by mankind, or any form of living entities. Things that could only be controlled by an ultimate Controller of sorts. I painted a pretty bleek picture of the usefulness of the human will, but I must add that I believe greatly in the power of the human spirit. I hope and pray that the combined will of man can indeed affect things in ways that we're not aware of. I guess what I'm saying is that I hope and pray that my hopes and prayers are as useful as I feel they are. It just seems to me that we can hope and pray for a lot of things, but they don't all come true. So there must be something else, something more. Maybe it's simply the case that the will of man falls subject to the will of God. That being said...

Dick Advocaat's a crappy coach. Holland should rehire Rijkaard. That's all I got to say about Euro 2004.

After an intense philosophical debate with myself, I came upon a question: What would I prefer, life or happiness? A false dichotomy for most, but all the same, what would you choose if you had to? I think I'm still at a point in my life where I'd have to pick life. Were it to be the case that my life could be extended in length, while each day were to be proportionally less joyful, I wouldn't mind it. I suppose those are the sad words of the truly happy, but still, there's so much more I want to do before it's all over. And yet, when I feel sad, it has not been uncommon for me to say things like, "I hate my life!" or to suggest that I would even forfeit a few days of my life, for nothing else then for a few days of happiness. In a way, we all prove to hold this philosophy; eating tasty but unhealthy foods, smoking, drinking, and doing all the other things that will most certainly take a day or 2 off the lifeline without much care. I mean really, who's never had a little too much cheesecake for 1 night. Getting back to the point, it seems that in general, when u're happy, u want more life and care less about happiness, and when u're sad, u want happiness and care less about life. Maybe the grass is just greener on the other side.

Or then again, as most of us simply wish to lead a long AND happy life, then maybe the real truth is simply that when u're happy you focus on the longevity part of life, but when u're sad (but seemingly healthy) u focus on the happiness part. Which makes my previous philosophical exploration fruitless. Note to self, think about philosophy, earlier on in the night from now on. Damn, i've been at this for 40 minutes? Why say more? Save it for tomorrow.