The happy place

You just put down what’s in the front of the brain and see what comes out. Maybe that’s a way to access what is hidden inside of your self. It’s by association you get access to the hidden treasure which is inside of you hidden and obscure. (Because the memories are tied together with some special kind of string). You might not like what you find in there but it is your duty to face it head on or you are doomed as a decent human being. And like I said it could also be a treasure.

One such treasure (of a memory) is when I was a young man and through some metamorphose I’d been transformed from an ugly duckling into a handsome young man who smoked cigarettes and suddenly people liked me and I don’t think I was prepared for that and maybe I handled it gracefully and maybe I didn’t, but ever since that time I’ve always in the back of my mind had an underlying sense of gratefulnesses. It’s been like that for decades, and I suppose it’ll be like that until I face some inevitable disaster, but I can’t worry about that now I am busy trying to seize the day.