As an American, I was raised to believe I was entitled to 100% happiness, all day every day, until I died. But in our Declaration of Independence, we’re granted only the PURSUIT of happiness -
not actual happiness. The founders of this country were smart not to promise the tired, the poor and the huddled masses yearning to breathe free too much of a good thing.
The good news is that the pursuit of happiness is way better than being happy any day. The irony is that actual happiness blasts us across our faces, necks and chests all the time - but we’re so busy chasing the elusive notion of what happiness is to us at that moment, we tend to overlook the authentic bliss we create for ourselves and others in the process of simply trying to be happy. And by the time we realize these were, in fact, moments of happiness, it's too late: those moments are now memories.
Happiness can't be bottled. It can't be smoked, swallowed, shot or ejaculated. And there is no end game: you never cross the finish line and are suddenly happy. Even when all your wildest dreams come true, you still pursue happiness.
Thankfully, human beings are at their happiest when they feel they're at their most productive. So the only real happiness is the pursuit of happiness. When we chase happy, we feel our best. Life is about the journey, not the destination - so while the idea of happiness sounds great, it’s actually the pursuit of happiness that provides the most contentment. And in that pursuit, we are ultimately at our happiest.
- Kevin Smith
1. A row of blue portable toilets.
2. Expensive escorts bought by rich Arab and European men to go on "yacht parties" for $30,000+ a piece. In reality these women are brought onto these boats to get sh*t and pissed on, hence the name Porta Potties.
Its easy to identify one of these women by the pictures they post on Facebook and Instagram. If a friend of the female kind is always posting pictures of shopping sprees in Dubai and has a folder with nothing but pictures of her and friends on a yacht drinking champagne in any UAE or St. Tropez area she is a Porta Potty.
Fun Fact!: Some well known Porta Potties work at the Spearmint Rhino in Las Vegas.
Jane: "Did you see Tiffany’s new watch/car/handbag/shoes? She just came back from a trip to Abu Dhabi and looks great!"
JoAnna: "I’m so jealous. How does she even afford those things? I’ve never seen her work a day in her life."
John: "She’s one of those Porta Potties. Guys shit on her face."
Pittsburgh Pirates center fielder Andrew McCutchen 2-week pay stub
McCutchen is scheduled to make $10 million this year as part of his 6 yrs/$51.5M deal with the Pirates.
Bill Standley’s last dying wish was to be buried with his Harley
Ginger Kid Doing Karate
A kid playing with his baby brother
Imagine each of the bodies used to be a living, breathing human. Each soldier there had a childhood, memories, they had felt things and smelled things, and seen things.
Everything in these soldier’s lives led up to their deaths. Their existence could be neatly summed up with an age and a name, and forgotten so easily, as if they had never existed or even mattered in the first place. They knew serving carried risk of harm to life and limb, they weighed the consequences and their incredible bravery led them into battle, but they could never know the finality of death, that the whole of their physical and mental being would cease as a function. They may have lay awake at night in fear of meeting their maker, or had reservations as they first signed their name on the piece of paper that made them a soldier, but none of them knew this was their fate. How could they?
Just recently they would have been smiling, and jovial. They would have been conversing and emoting and looking in one another’s eyes to derive meaning from visual and auditory cues. Not so long ago they would have been exquisite examples of a living, breathing organism. But as the synapses in their brain shut down, and the activity between neurons turns to excess heat instead of prolonging sustained consciousness, they are nothing more then shells of living creatures.
If you’ve seen someone die, you know it can happen quickly, and it’s hard to comprehend the full implication of a life coming to an end. From the observer’s point of view its just another event, it may bring on emotions and feelings, but as far as the universe is concerned its just energy moving around.
We may be born to die, and that’s depressing as hell, but each one of us is a unique tapestry of history, memories and personalities, and as long as we are alive we continue growing with complexity and weaving ourselves further into the shared history of our earth, our galaxy, our sun, and everything that had a part in making us. That being said, remember that each one of the soldiers strewn about the beach by the careless throws of death and pushed up the sand by the unforgiving current was a truly irreparable loss. Remember that no one person’s life is worth more then another, and that the loss of anyone, anywhere, for any reason is a tragedy and we must all share in the pain. – Sgt_Smiles