Its All GOOD!

Stability: this word has had me think to depths even I can’t fathom now. I mean, happiness after all is somehow related to or it completely is about being satiated, satisfied and ideally speaking, having no desires what so ever (but that’s virtually impossible.) May be, just may be, the secret lies in being balanced. I am quite tempted to believe that one should at least try and achieve some sort of equilibrium in their lifestyle. As impossible and Utopic the concept may be, the fact remains that it is achievable. Nirvana is a tall order perhaps but myopically speaking, achieving satisfaction is quite in our hands. It is a matter of perspective at the end of the day. I was actually unable to word this but what comes closest to what I am trying to say, is this beautiful song which can really make you realize this one thing: it’s all good. I stand by the maxim and even live by it. I mean, how much can go wrong? The panic levels rise and give way to a tsunami of more panic. Anyway, I’ll let the song do the talking for I have spoken thus much. ALANIS MORISSETTE spake here on…

"Hand in my pocket"

I'm broke but I'm happy
I'm poor but I'm kind
I'm short but I'm healthy, yeah
I'm high but I'm grounded
I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed
I'm lost but I'm hopeful baby
What it all comes down to
Is that everything's gonna be fine fine fine
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a high five
I feel drunk but I'm sober
I'm young and I'm underpaid
I'm tired but I'm working, yeah
I care but I'm restless
I'm here but I'm really gone
I'm wrong and I'm sorry baby

What it all comes down to
Is that everything's gonna be quite alright
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is flicking a cigarette
And what it all comes down to
Is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving the peace sign
I'm free but I'm focused
I'm green but I'm wise
I'm hard but I'm friendly baby
I'm sad but I'm laughing
I'm brave but I'm chickenshit
I'm sick but I'm pretty baby

And what it all boils down to
Is that no one's really got it figured out just yet
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing the piano
And what it all comes down to my friends
Is that everything's just fine fine fine
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxi cab