Happiness Is Only Real When Shared

The Sea's Only Gifts Are Harsh Blows, And Occasionally The Chance To Feel Strong. Now I Don't Know Much About The Sea, But I Do Know That That's The Way It Is Here. And I Also Know How Important It Is In Life Not Necessarily To Be Strong But To Feel Strong. To Measure Yourself At Least Once. To Find Yourself At Least Once In The Most Ancient Of Human Conditions. Facing The Blind Death Stone Alone, With Nothing To Help You But Your Hands And Your Own Head.

<...> Though He Found That If You Are Stupid Enough To Bury A Camera Underground You Won't Be Taking Many Pictures With It Afterwards. Thus The Story Has No Picture Book For The Period May 10, 1991 - January 7, 1992. But This Is Not Important. It Is The Experiences, The Memories, The Great Triumphant Joy Of Living To The Fullest Extent In Which Real Meaning Is Found. God It's Great To Be Alive! Thank You. Thank You.

There Is Something Special About A Quiet Untouched Forest That Just Pulls You Into The Moment. Something That No Parks Will Ever Be Able To Achieve. Isn't That What We're All Searching For In Life? To Just Be Happy And Content In The Moment, To Just Be There In The "now"?

Having Stumbled Upon A Tolerable Career, For The First Time In My Life I Was Actually Living Above The Poverty Line. My Hunger To Climb Had Been Blunted, In Short, By A Bunch Of Small Satisfactions That Added Up To Something Like Happiness.

The Only Person You Are Fighting Is Yourself And Your Stubbornness To Engage In New Circumstances.