life is strange, no doubt about that, the curveballs, and sliders, playing ultimate with galaxies, movies i should have seen, things i should have done, but when it comes down to it, i'm happy. how strange a beast is happiness? what masters make it theirs? domestication of the wild animal, always harnessed, under tight rein, never let loose, but then it's not really being happy, now is it? something about happiness makes it boundless, such that being without such limits is happiness, at least a part of happiness, itself. remember what things were like, imagine how things will be, living now, is good.