I spent many years striving for what I perceived would make me happy however; when I finally reached what I dreamed would make me happy I realized that the journey to ‘happiness’ was most enjoyable. What I mean is: when I was climbing the ladder to happiness, I was indeed happy dreaming of reaching the plateau of happiness.
In my mind, the painted, swirling images would go beyond the actual plains of the perception. Basically, the journey had its own happiness. I’m looking forward to my next journey, whatever that may be. ~b