This kind of day
“
Jane: Are you happy?
Lord Grantham: I have no right to be unhappy which is almost the same.
”
Whenever I’m feeling happy, I sort of, in a twisted way, make sure I remember some of the times I was most recently unhappy. It’s not that I want to ruin the pleasure of the moment, it’s just that I fear losing sight of my, what I imagine to be, more “real” outlook or thoughts on life, if I allow the happiness, which to me feels less that real, consume me. No I don’t want to be unhappy, I would simply rather work my way up from the bottom than constantly find myself falling down from some temporary peak. I don’t want to ride the happiness roller coaster, I want to climb the happiness mountain where there’s an olympus waiting for me at the top.
