The Collectibles.

I collect moments.Happy moments. Random moments. I call them 'The Collectibles'. Happiness isn't a continuous process, it involves active hunting or one might never find it. Why am i writing this thought ? Don't know really, just recording it for it needs to be firmed somehow. It needs a certain stillness really or the moment just disappears swallowed by the rippling events of life. The moments need to be saved from the tsunamis or I fear that when the end finally comes one might realise that one has never been happy, been so busy chasing 'things', which one thinks might make one happy that one looses out on actually 'being' happy. Chasing money, sex, success, love;in that order ??!! Could be, I don't really know. Life as a journey with a changing landscape sometimes barren sometimes beautiful, sometimes both, sometimes with companions who make you happy, sometimes unhappy sometimes lonely and sometimes alone. Its amazing really, when you distance yourself from it for a moment how very frivolous it seems, and to what end ?? What are we here for ?? And then the emptiness compels us to fill ourselves, sex, drugs, alcohol, love. Everybody wanting the same thing, but nobody willing to give it really. Everybody wants to be safe in their own little cocoons and not reach out. I don't know whats wiser, not trying, not reaching out at all, or reaching out inspite of the horror of rejection. I don't know. I am obsessed with love. I love to love. Oh ! and making love of course , the magic of it when when is in love. Sigh. So many struggles, so many rejections, but then one can always find, The Collectibles :-).