Jonathan Safran Foer | On the Will to be Happy

" He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, h a p p y. And during the course of each day his h e a r t would descend from his chest into his stomach. By early afternoon he was overcome by the feeling that nothing was right, or nothing was right for him, and by the desire to be alone. By evening he was fulfilled: alone in the magnitude of his grief, alone in his aimless guilt, alone even in his loneliness. I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over. I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or convince others - the only thing worse than being sad is for other to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad.

Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of the bed and each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping.

And by midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be some where else, someone else, someone else, somewhere else. I am not sad." Everything is Illuminated

Right now I'm reading this book called "Everything is Illuminated" and I read this passage and it was if i was watching my own words write themselves on a page. Incredible. I started this blog just to share it.