And yet, because I love thee, I obtainFrom that same love this vindicating grace,To live on still in love, and yet in vain

If the sun is shining, stand in it- yes, yes, yes. Happy times are great, but happy times pass- they have to- because time passes. The pursuit of happiness is more elusive; it is life-long, and it is not goal-centred. What you are pursuing is meaning- a meaningful life... There are times when it will go so wrong that you will be barely alive, and times when you realise that being barely alive, on your own terms, is better than living a bloated half-life on someone else's terms.

Our own front door can be a wonderful thing, or a sight we dread; rarely is it only a door.

I was happy, but happy is an adult word. You don't have to ask a child about happy, you see it. They are or they are not. Adults talk about being happy because largely they are not. Talking about it is the same as trying to catch the wind. Much easier to let it blow all over you. This is where I disagree with the philosophers. They talk about passionate things but there is no passion in them. Never talk happiness with a philosopher.

Part fact part fiction is what life is. And it is always a cover story. I wrote my way out.

Certainly no one has ever died of an unrequited passion__t's usually the ones that are requited that get people in trouble.