Walk, walk a mile
in your neighbour's shoes
Walk a mile, walk a mile
in your neighbour's shoes
Walk, walk a mile
Walk a mile in your neighbour's shoes...

You'll understand them better if you do.

Repeat one million times.


I think that's all there is to say. 'Night!

Dear diary,

I am beginning to wonder if happiness is inborn. Is there a gene for happiness? Aer some people simply born to have a higher tendency for happiness than others?

If you were me, and had everything I have, would you be happy? Or would the mundanity of it all dampen your spirits? Would you still have the energy to smile at the one who frustrates you... or would you swallow your misery and have it churn within you, escalating from a dull ache to a constant throbbing like a bad tummy cramp?

If I were you, would I be happy? Or would I struggle and drown in my tears because the world is not as beautiful as I believe it should be? Would the silver lining in the dark clouds glint at me as they do now... or would the downpour leave me cold and shivering, feeling betrayed and hurt that the sun shines not for me?

If I share with you my reality, my perspectives, my world, would it make you happier?

I don't know. There hasn't been anyone else I know that is like me enough for me to judge. No one at all.

Could it not be possible to be yourself.. and still feel that warm glow of contentment and gratefulness within you, intricately woven into your very being?

Could it, could it, could it...