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in which goals are set [September 13 2008 11pm]
I almost feel as if there is nothing that I could say that would be worth reading about. I'm not getting married, I'm certainly not getting pregnant; is there anything else people seem to be talking about? Of course I could be superficial and only 'looking on the surface' - as a few of my superiors at work like to tell me.

In any matter, I've decided that I need to take more initiative. I see paper owls passing by my desk and I wonder why I haven't landed a more important article in the last three weeks. It would seem with the surplus of calamities possible stories, I would be receiving more tasks. Just the opposite, actually. I have done nothing but proof read and edit numerous articles, although it is tedious a waste of my bloody time a learning opportunity. I'd like to write something. A short article, or even a repeat of my advice column even though it was the most horrible thing I went through because that was amusing. We'll see.

in which the meaning of life is examined [August 26 2008 12pm]
.PRIVATE.

Last night I had an interesting revelation. I suppose it was that time of the year again where I act at least three years my senior. I was going over notes from work, and I sudden immersed myself in a several-hour inner discussion on a few interesting topics. Namely, the meaning of life, the meaning of happiness, and the nature of relationships. I'm not exactly sure why I've been so philosophical lately, although I'm sure the events around me are influencing that side of my brain.



I. Life
It seems that the meaning of life is to be happy. Anyone who would differ in opinion to this statement, perhaps claiming that life's meaning lies in the accumulation of wealth or in the successful raising of progeny, would fail to see the bigger picture. The accumulation of wealth for example, is not an end in and of itself, but a means to one - happiness. In the end, it all boils down to what makes you happy. This conclusion, though, is neither surprising nor relevant. Happiness must be defined and explored for any meaning to arise. Can such a subjective emotion be submitted to objective reasoning?

II. Happiness
Happiness must be meaningful in some way to the person experiencing it. Meaning exists within a context, and arise from a sense of completion or accomplishment from within that context. To experience happiness is to recognize that an accomplishment within a context has evoked meaning. This meaning must be positive or beneficial; otherwise it evokes happiness' counterpart, sadness. The context in which meaning is contained must also have an end. This end needs to be neither logical, definable, nor perceptable, as human affairs are often held independent from these three concepts. Thus an individual can experience happiness without knowing the reason.

Not sure why all of these came to mind, but they did, and I cannot change that. Although, I suppose it's good that I wrote them all down for future reference and to look back on my startling revelations that I will probably just disagree with.

.END PRIVATE.


People who walk slowly on the sidewalk either have no where to be, no time in which to be somewhere, or else completely ignorant of the busying world around them. I guess I could appreciate that.



in which people are rude [August 07 2008 10pm]
As I was walking today in Diagon Alley, I seemed to have dropped a few sickles. It also seems that no one was courteous enough to pick them up and tell me I had dropped them. I'm sure someone did actually pick them up, but it was their lack of courtesy that has gotten me in this foul mood. In addition, I was unable to buy the new quill that was quite necessary to write up my proposal and my ideas for the next issue of the Daily Prophet because someone rude did not give me my money.

Work has been long lately. I've been going in earlier as of late, but still leave around six. I suppose even journalists who don't get main stories must stay with everyone else. I don't understand it. But perhaps I'm not meant to.

It's safe to say that I'm just in the worst of moods. And my boss is going to have my arse.

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