- …..her life was sailing along smoothly–She was happier than she could ever remember being in the past; the woman was nearly drowning in a heretofore uncharted reservoir of happiness!–when she was ambushed by a cruel epiphany one day. This epiphany informed her that if happiness resides on a spectrum–And of course such is true because everything else in life most assuredly does–if the spectral needle was to shift, albeit even mildly–Once again, it invariably will do that over time secondary to the inviolable Second Law of Thermodynamics which holds that change of any variety is inevitable and irreversible–then the only direction her personal happiness meter could move would be in the direction of unhappiness. YUKKKKK!!! Talk about a cruel epiphany, huh?! The lady couldn’t refute the underlying logic of this calculus, but the thought still gave her pause and great consternation. And, more insidiously, this epiphany began to erode the thick layer of happiness she was relishing at the moment, despite the fact nothing of substance had yet happened or was threatening to happen to undermine her elation. Her blessed period of happiness could stretch on for ten minutes or ten weeks or ten more years; only the gods of fate knew the answer to that transcendent question, and they are immanently averse to sharing such knowledge with mere mortals. Still….she wavered and equivocated and worried and chewed on her fingernails. “Why can’t I just appreciate and luxuriate in what I have right now instead of wondering what unkind twists of fate the future holds in store for me?!” she implored of both herself and her Supreme Maker. Yet when no suitable answer was forthcoming from her inner being or the grand deity, her happiness eroded even further and the already naturally anxious woman worried still more about what dark clouds might be sinisterly lurking beyond the immediate horizon even though the sky at present was bright, effervescent, and abjectly cloud-free. This negative thought process sank roots into the lady’s psyche–powerful, rapacious roots that grew deeper and ever more entrenched with the passage of time–and ultimately and quite predictably, it brought to bleak fruition that which she feared the most…..
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