it the occassion

I recently had a conversation with a guy who seemed to have an interesting take on life, a really interesting one that, in the last dance, holds true for all occasions and all people in all times. It went something like this: a man, meaning man or woman, can have all the items necessary for a successful presentation and be unhappy as hell on the inside but energetic and task oriented on the outside with more than a hint of inspiration to top it all off; again, his meaning him or her. Now, a man can have nothing; no items to show and nowhere to go and be unhappy as hell or even more so than the man who is good to go on his stage, or so it may be.
So it seems that when one speaks of happiness, one must have it for themselves without any thought or deviation from their ultimate and natural goal while enjoying every step of the process along the way. It is important to know now that this is a man who has never really worked doing anything, has no kids, and has more friends than you can shake a stick at from all over the country. Anyway, happiness in his eyes can be as simple as a man living under a bridge or in some down and out shanty-town in the middle of the desert where he can drop dead without anyone ever knowing a thing about it the occasion or him. That man, he may have been, if it were and was the case I am sure somewhere sometime, may have been the happiest man in the world who died doing exactly what he wanted to be doing where he wanted to be doing it, whatever it may be and have been.
So, who is to judge who is happy truly or not? There are many people who prefer to be unhappy because that is their comfort zone; the place they are most familiar with how things look through their preferred lens; the one that gives them the jagged frame they believe they need to operate from in order to solve an issue that they created themselves through habit and familiarity over time. As an example, if these unhappy people were to somehow have a slate clean enough to eat off of with all the trimmings of ultimate freedom and expression and happiness and joy, they would soon surely fuck it all up with one or more of the many emotional people they employ. The point he was making was clear enough for me I thought and in a world of rush, rush, rush, where media is static and filled with buckets of shit stacked one on top of the other, his point was correct in a general way for all mankind in time. Social expectancy and rewards are simple showdowns between caged rabbits hungry to fuck with a thirst for more, more, more. LLc 98.2