When are you most happy?
I’m not a lone wolf.
Never was even at my lowest psychological ebb.
I’ve always cherished my own immediate family and friends. My family is my nucleus and my friends are the electrons of my Atom.
Actually, I could never find my birth family amazingly appealing.
Or at least not the noble side of it. I don’t know but nobility rings hollow with me. Blue blood has a serious tendency to go stale.
Whereas the rustic, campagnard side has always anchored me to the ground. I love our Earth and I love the earth we tread on. That’s the gentleman-farmer in my blood.
But as we don’t get a say in our making, we owe our parents our love, respect and devotion. I love my family for the gift of my life. I’m but a chain in a long ancestral line of tradition upon tradition. I don’t have a say. I play my role. I am a strong link in Life’s Uninterrupted Chain.
I am happy to play my part. I really am.
As for Friends, they give Life its Flavour. They make it palatable. They are the wine that renders the Symphony of Life intelligible to our tone-deaf ears.
I love my Family. I value my Friends. I am most happy when they get along. I’m unhappy when they don’t.
Götterdämmerung 