waiting, wishing wanting

i have been thinking quite a bit lately. about how true it is that we never really gain happiness, but that life is really just a constant pursuit for happiness. and then we never really win the race; we might catch up but then it is not long before you find yourself eating its dust. and right that, I'm light years behind catching up. somehow i just feel that i have lost the race before i even tried.

Albert Einstein once said, “Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. That’s relativity.” Maybe if you were sad forever then it would stop feeling that sad because there's no happiness to be relative to.