My Planet Ogo

The pursuit of happiness: can one thing make you happy for itself? The pessimist in me tells me that happiness is a relative condition, that if you had a worthless but delicious cookie it would make you happy, and that if you had an infinite supply they would eventually give you none.

The optimist in me tells me that there is something out there that will bring me happiness for itself and not for a spectacle, that privately and infinitely this act or item would bring me joy.

If the answer is the former, then what is life but this eventually bland state, and only worth its printed value because of your hope? And if it is the latter, what could be more precious than the pursuit or enjoyment of your ever-delicious cookie?