The Currency of Happiness

(Question asked by one happy person)

If Happiness were a currency how would you get rich?
A good question to ask
To someone who is up to the task.

I would have answered your question in-person,
but I think it's better in a written version.

If happiness were a currency I believe we humans would be a much simpler society and being our true selves would be the determinant between who is rich and who is poor. The people who can make people happy would turn out to be the wealthiest people in fiscal, emotional and spiritual wealth. Why?

Simple! They would have an endless stream of currency...happiness! These happiness gurus would also intrinsicly increase society's happiness because of their keen ability to pay off a home mortgage with a large gift of happiness, which would be determined by the seller. The possibility of buying a home for really big hug, may actually happen. Unlikely...but possible. True, this system must exist without any other form of currency to be effective, because then we could say, I will sell this house for $250,000 and that will make me happy...in that case not much has changed.

I propose in such a system that there is no shown or marked price for anything, but the buyer must determine what will make the seller happy. Hence, why the most empathetic and understanding people would become quite rich.

The currency of happiness is not something that we can define completely because to everyone, there is a different definition. Therefore, if I were to use happiness as a currency I would dazzle people with charm and humor to make them happy all the while getting exactly what I desired in return. The currency would be a fluid and undefinable transfer of emotion that would clearly benefit the wisest and happiness-producing people. So...How would I get rich? I would be myself because being myself makes myself and others happy. It is a natural occurence that is just an outflow of personality. What else can I say???

Here is a simpler & better question:
Does honey make a bear happy?
Yes!! Until the bees come back and chase it away!

Does that answer your question, happy person? Would you be rich in such a society?

Dissection

Love is not a commodity
Not commerce but an oddity
Laugh at the rarity
And wonder why the disparity.

Doesn’t come with a price
Yet for some a bowl of rice will suffice
Consider it a surprise,
If seen before your eyes

Let’s talk about functionality
It’s simply a change of mentality
From a negative sarcastic comedy,
to a beautiful relentless jubilee.

To say it is not nearly enough
Act…Do…Be a diamond in the rough.
Face the facts of love,
Believe it reigns down from above.

Humanity cannot plea insanity
A war of vanity or a careless triviality.
Not a lucid fantasy or raving travesty
A simple failure to see originality invented by His Majesty.

This may be difficult to comprehend…understandably.
But love comes to us organically.
It sits in our souls and waits patiently
to be used as an everyday reality.

We don’t love without condition.
The math isn’t difficult, it is simple addition,
One God plus One heart equals love,
which multiplies and cannot divide us apart.

Practice love, know God, and His affection,
Point your hearts and minds in the right direction
Or Heaven forbid I will repeat this dissection.

For Gogo

Defining flow and ebb,

He sees me and shoots his web.

I shoot back like Spiderman

He blocks as no one else can.

He says thing like "I am not your friend!"

But I know he is at day's end.

Fun and joy define his face,

Soon again he will needs God's grace.

Gogo is my same maturity,

Even though I am closer to 30.

11 years old and lived so much,

he is never one to withhold a loving touch.

This boy is truly a miracle,

people around him seem so typical.

A laugh that is unstoppable.

A smile that is fiery and lovable.

An operation must take place,

to keep that smile on his face.

By faith, grace, and prayer,

God may your healing hand be there...

The TRANSFORMATION

There comes a time in every man's life when he ventures into the realm of facial hair and presses the limits of how long he can go without shaving. Following in the tradition of "Oops I forgot to shave" October and "No-shave" November, I didn't shave my facial hair the entire two months. I must admit that I did shave my "Neard", neck beard for you lay people, but from October 1st until November 30th. I watched myself become more and more of a Grizzly Adams look alike. At one point I was told I looked like Keanu Reeves, not to my enjoyment. My mother told me I looked like a terrorist on several occasions; I blame that on the pixelated Skype video chat. I endured endearing insults like, "You becoming a preist" "You look like you are 40 years old" "Go wash that dirt off your face!", "You look like a Peace Corps Volunteer".

On the other hand I heard comments like, "It looks good on you", "I like you with a beard", "I didn't know you could grow that much hair, Congrats", and my favorite "It really brings out your eye color" Oooolala!!

So for 2 months I endured insults and compliments but I finally decided that I would shave because I was tired of not being able to see my beautiful chin and upper lip. NO, those weren't really the reasons. The real reason was that the month is over I wanted to shave. No harm done, I have a whole entire month until "Manuary" begins and the no shaving pact will ensue.

Below I have included pictures of the shaving process and the TRANSFORMATION from a 24 year old Peace Corps volunteer to a Keanu Reeves terrorist look-alike back to a clean-shaven 24 year old Peace Corps volunteer. It was fun while it lasted. While you are looking through these pictures please write a comment on which style of facial that suits me the best. That will be my goal for "Manuary."

October 2nd Market DAY!!

October 11th in Rome, Italy with my brother CollinHalloween October 31st (ish) with Vasko the Bulgarian Scotsman. I was a Facebook.
ThanksGiving DAY November 24th in Burgas at Kathleen James' house
November, 26th, Second Thanksgiving Celebration in Dragodanovo with Neysa!
November 30th (Shaving DAY), 40 year old Keanu Reeves Terrorist look-alike

Soooooo SAD!

Massive Goatee! Makes my long face even longer. The good-ole fashion Handle Bar mustache complete with "swagga".The Super Trooper mustache!
The hidden upper lip! Pedofile-esque. Not my fave.
Zee Hitler!
The clean-shaven 24 year old Peace Corps Volunteer.
Vote for which mustache you like the best and I will grow it for you all in "Manuary". I hope you enjoyed the TRANSFORMATION.

P.S. I will not grow "Zee Hitler" for "Manuary". I prefer to live.

The Book of Faces

This book of faces
has become a book of disgraces.
I've been a member since I could crawl,
Who just wrote on my wall?

I settle for an "update"
instead of a real date,
I see a picture of calamity
instead of her true personality.

Is she single?
Facebook says so,
How else would I know?
Maybe ask, maybe call,
I'll just stalk her wall.

I'll write that in my status.
My question to all of us:
Would life be the same,
if Facebook was only a game?

I wanna know because me, myself and she,
think it's a fake fallacy,
eventhough it's a true reality.

Thuuuuuumbs UP! "Like"

The Door

Knock, knock
Who is there?
The door!
The door who?
"It's me "The Door" come in!"

This ain't no kids joke,
no slight of imagination,
it is a true reality.
What, not your expectation?

Welcome, Welcome.
Please come in and sit by the fire.
I am just the door,
but I know the rest of the house,
it is full of unknown greatness,
seek it if you desire.

Do you plan to stay awhile?
"As long as I can"
Good, Good! Committment.
I see it in your heart,
A yearning for safety.
Broken down...dependent.

I am the door,
and yet so much more.
Enter
See
Decide
& BE!

Really?

Another addition to the:

SLAM POETRY SERIES

(Read aloud for the full effect!)

Hot! Too Hot!

It streams down my back.

In this room void of control,

this room filled with steam a mold,

a wet, watery grave.

What will it take for me to behave?...Obey!

The ups and downs and oops.

The incredibly harmful lack of thought,

Sorry, sad, my bad.

That isn't how i've been livin',

but how can I be forgiven?...Redeemed!

First thought of hiding,

but that is not worth my time.

Second thought of running,

seen everywhere I turn.

Stop here and cease the flow,

Are you watching me here below?...Submit!

Talk about it.

Scream about it.

Let it out.

Bring it to the light.

It will burn like a witch.

My track, can you switch?...Repent!

We can all live freely,

Really?...Yes Really!