Thursday, August 14, 2014
a happy day
as I found the latest Hooverphonic album somewhere in my computer **cough**illegal**cough**, I made a playlist and started to go through it. Just as "Tomorrow" was playing, I suddenly remembered when they came to my university to give a concert last summer.
it was one of my happy days. My days are usually good, thanks to whomever is responsible for that :) but that day was exceptionally good. First, I was going to meet with a very close friend, but then I got lazy to go out, so he came home, slightly drunk and brought to me 9 seasons of Friends in dvd. So we kept on drinking, I got having great fun and he got greatly drunk, then another friend came to pick us up and we went to my school, where I met with my girlfriend. I have to say that having her around multiplies the fun I'm having, so my day got even better. Meanwhile my other friends met up with their friends (our mutual friends), we got something to eat and we came back to school for the concert.
(2006)
Almost a decade after, I still remember the concert vividly, how the playlist composed of my favourite songs, how the singer Geike Amaert was shy on the stage even though she gave an excellent performance and above all, how I had many friends around me and how beautiful was my girlfriend and the way we hugged each other, happy in the knowledge that we loved each other and maybe had happy years ahead of us (and maybe the fact that we were going the spend the night together helped as well - us naughty younglings!).
One wonders, how many of these days would make a life well lived? Fulfilled? Worth it so that when the day comes, I can gather my family and friends around my bed and give them thanks for giving me all these memories, tell them it's time for me to go, but that they need not to mourn me but remember will all my happy days? Did someone in the history of humanity ever reach that point? Or are we destined to always want more? And if so, is that a even bad thing?
Well, as the great philosopher Raistlin Majere said, what we have to do is throw the carrot in front of us and keep on trying to catch it :)
(2014)
it was one of my happy days. My days are usually good, thanks to whomever is responsible for that :) but that day was exceptionally good. First, I was going to meet with a very close friend, but then I got lazy to go out, so he came home, slightly drunk and brought to me 9 seasons of Friends in dvd. So we kept on drinking, I got having great fun and he got greatly drunk, then another friend came to pick us up and we went to my school, where I met with my girlfriend. I have to say that having her around multiplies the fun I'm having, so my day got even better. Meanwhile my other friends met up with their friends (our mutual friends), we got something to eat and we came back to school for the concert.
(2006)
Almost a decade after, I still remember the concert vividly, how the playlist composed of my favourite songs, how the singer Geike Amaert was shy on the stage even though she gave an excellent performance and above all, how I had many friends around me and how beautiful was my girlfriend and the way we hugged each other, happy in the knowledge that we loved each other and maybe had happy years ahead of us (and maybe the fact that we were going the spend the night together helped as well - us naughty younglings!).
One wonders, how many of these days would make a life well lived? Fulfilled? Worth it so that when the day comes, I can gather my family and friends around my bed and give them thanks for giving me all these memories, tell them it's time for me to go, but that they need not to mourn me but remember will all my happy days? Did someone in the history of humanity ever reach that point? Or are we destined to always want more? And if so, is that a even bad thing?
Well, as the great philosopher Raistlin Majere said, what we have to do is throw the carrot in front of us and keep on trying to catch it :)
(2014)
# posted by darcy @ 1:10 PM 
