A salesman at the base of my apartment tells me with his billboards and persistent greetings that "happiness is a refridgerator." Somehow as I walked to school this morning I almost became convinced that happiness was a refriderator, or more to the point, that it could be my happiness if I didn't know of an even greater happiness. This thought in mind, its amazing how quickly life can just completely turn around and offer an entirely different experience. Suddenly its all just very clear. Suddenly the most daunting beaurocratic VISA problems in SE Asia are nothing. Suddenly I feel superhuman and happy and ready to take it all on. Everything. The challenges, the victories, the defeats. I'm ready for it all and I know what I need to do, "Inshallah." I know who is right for me to hold onto and what is important to release, if it is mirrored back. I know how I hope to do it too! It has all come together these past few weeks. Is love enough? Yes. Is happiness really a refridgerator? No. Certainly not. But occasionally I do enjoy a frosty beverage...
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