Floaters. Remember floaters? Seems like they were like hula hoops or pet rocks. Every now and again, during an eye examination, a doctor will ask, "Do you ever have floaters?" The fact that I'm supposed to know what he's asking about confirms that they exist, or, at least that they once did.
Mostly I seem to remember that the more you tried to look at one, the quicker it drifted away. Floated.
Happiness is like that, isn't it? Meditation. Thoughtful living. Give a beggar a mansion and he's gonna worry about upkeep, insurance, the neighbours fence.
I'd like to advise you on accepting this beautiful existence. I would if I knew.
Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.
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