adobe

"Happiness is not a destination, but a method of living."

The journey matters as much as, if not more than, the destination. The prize comes not at the end, but at every step along the way. But, on second thought, I am plagued by doubt. What is happiness? And what is truth? What is truth if not merely the negation of falsity? Intuitively, truth is reality. It is that which is perceivable and tangible. However, if an entity is imperceptible does that make it any less true? Is truth necessarily limited to the frailties of human faculty? Is this all it comes down to? Is truth as empty as a dictionary definition without essential meaning? Is this a battle of semantics, rather than of substance? Is this as tiring to read as it is to write? Have I driven myself to mental oblivion? Are there any answers at all? And if there are, am I then just asking the wrong questions?