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Sunday, September 2


Earth-bound?
Recently, Timo introduced me to a documentary called The Great Happiness Space, an excellent insight (albeit with a hint of M18 overtones) into the lives of Japanese "host boys", which I highly recommend if you happen to have 76min to spare.

In a nutshell, the show asks one simple question: What is happiness?

The answer, evidently, is not quite as readily given; in fact it is one that people have and will ask themselves time and again, because I suppose that what's down in the trusty Oxford Dict. doesn't quite cut it. Asking yourself, of course, is a good start – but do you really think you'll find something if you poke around inside long enough?

As the Master Scoundrel (his name is Dr. P, but let's just call him that anyway) from School Of Scoundrels said to his class: "How many of you have self-help books? Okay that's your first problem. You can't help yourself, because your self sucks!". Okay firstly it was damn hilarious, and secondly it is rather true. When your self decided money was the way to go; or when you resolved that shopping was definitely the road to joyful oblivion, was it right – or do you still want more?

I know I'm asking alot of questions that I don't seem to be able to answer, but actually, I do – and it all comes down to the question of purpose. What is your means, and to what end. So studying is my means to getting a job which is my means of earning money which is.. What?

I can only say I have an answer because for those who believe in Christ, it doesn't end there. Because however different the means may be, the end is always the same, and that is to glorify God. This, by far, isn't about me leading a perfect life – that would be lying through my teeth – it's just about sharing true happiness. And if you've by any chance been feeling the void and trying to fill it, why not take a chance – it might be a God-shaped hole after all.

And as 3 Doors Down says, "It's down to this, I've got to make this life make sense". You really do.


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