I have to say, a one hour commute on the MTA does wonders for a day dreamer. Not that I'm trying to compliment the MTA or anything - I hate the MTA. But I got seriously lost in my head today. I've really been trying to define happiness for myself in order to pursue it better.
And then I came to an impasse when trying to figure out what provides real happiness within one's self - the people in our lives or the achievements in our lives? I feel that both of these things depend inherently on external elements - so that just can't be right. But then any act of meditation just feels too elusive and laborious... dam it.
Maybe the MTA just makes me sad.
Noelle Raffaele - artist