So I just finished listening to Jian Ghomeshi on CBC. This man drives me nuts! He is the furthest thing from plain; he loves all things superficial and pretentious as far as I can tell. So he is interviewing this woman who wrote a book called the happiness project where for a year she did sort of normal low key stuff that made her happy. So Jian says to her, "does having a bestselling book help the happiness quotient?" of couse the woman responds that it does, but she says that she loves writing and that the process of writing makes her happy. With some incredulity in his voice Jian says, "so you would have been happy even if no one bought your book?"
I can't believe how shallow this man is that he can't even imagine something making someone happy unless it turns some sort of a profit. I sing every day -- it makes me happy. I do it because I love it and it makes me feel wonderful both emotionally and physically. No one pays me to sing, no one even listens to me sing, and yet it still makes me happy. Happiness is something inside of us not something that we do that others recognize. I'll hop down from my soap box now.
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