Thomas Jefferson called the sun his "almighty physician". He said that pretty much no matter what was the matter, no matter what was bothering him, the sun would cheer him up and make things alright.
It's April, and it's still snowing here! I can't remember the last time it's been this crappy this late in the year. Everyone I know is pretty down, and I know I am. It really does go to show how powerful an impact the weather has on us, how at its mercy we all are.
Not really sure how I feel about that. It kinda sucks, because it means no matter what you do, in a lot of ways happiness is completely out of your control, but I guess that's always true to some degree, isn't it?
On the other hand, when the sun does finally come out, you'll also be much happier than you normally would have been. This brings up an interesting point I think. I have a friend who used to go to camp in the wilderness every single summer. Most people go to camp because they enjoy it in one way or another, but my friend did it for the exact opposite reason-it made him so miserable, that it made him appreciate the rest of the year so much more. This always made me really sad, and I still think it kind of is, but I do think there's something to the quality/quantity argument.
Still, the sun needs to come back. Now please? Sigh...
Chice
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