And then one
student said that happiness is what happens when you
go to bed on the hottest summer night, a nigh so hot you
can't even wear a tee-shirt and you sleep on top of the
sheets instead of under them, although try to sleep is
probably more accurate. And then some point late,late,late at
night, say just a bit before dawn, the heat finally breaks and
the night turns cool and when you briefly wake up, you notice
that you're almost chilly and, in your
groggy, half-counciousness, you reach over and pull the sheet
around you and just that flimsy sheet makes it warm enough and
you drift back off into a deep sleep. And it's that
reaching, that gesture, that reflex we have to pull
what's warm-- whether it's something or
someone-- toward us, that feeling we get when we
do that, that feelings of being safe in the world and ready for
sleep, that's
happiness.
You
look up at the stars and don't know
which ones are
still
alive
their light just hasn't faded yet
People are like that aswell
You don't know which ones are already dead
on the inside