tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689562912749353753.post2223054843127429849..comments2023-10-20T07:31:01.231-07:00Comments on musings of a melancholic: the gratitude listcandacemorrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13893739347394561554noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689562912749353753.post-59740174255455656522008-11-28T16:04:00.000-08:002008-11-28T16:04:00.000-08:00i loved reading your list, friend. in fact,i came ...i loved reading your list, friend. in fact,i came across a "book of lists" in the bookstore the other day and thought of you. thank you for sharing. and finally, if you want to build it yourself, the space is yours. but if you ever want a fellow builder, you know where to find me.shehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03686951473565518913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689562912749353753.post-25646764698811625762008-11-28T12:48:00.000-08:002008-11-28T12:48:00.000-08:00"learn to build it myself" sounds as isolated as "..."learn to build it myself" sounds as isolated as "serious attitude adjustment." i hear more self-loathing in them than i am accustomed from you. <BR/><BR/>i've been pondering your "mortar." perhaps we're the mortar. a gooey concoction of old friends softened by tears and wine, stirred by debussy, in a pot of plath.<BR/><BR/>also, you never finished your "on one hand" (i think it reads "one on hand" - but i knew what you meant). you only listed the argument against contentment. i suppose your poem is a support for contentment, in that it affirms the effect it might have on your life.<BR/><BR/>on defining contentment - i'm afraid the dictionaries and thesauruses have it wrong. it's not the state one finds oneself after having been satisfied, pleased, fulfilled. Perhaps the great minds of history will do better.<BR/><BR/>Although it may be true that "they merit more praise who know how to suffer misery than those who temper themselves in contentment,"(Pietro Aretino) <BR/><BR/>and it is even possible that "contentment is, after all, simply refined indolence," (Thomas C. Haliburton)<BR/><BR/>still, "happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today." (John Dryden)<BR/><BR/>after all, we ask not much, but for this: "To the right, books; to the left, a tea-cup. In front of me, the fireplace; behind me, the post. There is no greater happiness than this." (Teiga)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00499970438108858216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689562912749353753.post-19652769657015702612008-11-28T08:49:00.000-08:002008-11-28T08:49:00.000-08:00I love your list dear friend.Happy Thanksgiving to...I love your list dear friend.<BR/>Happy Thanksgiving to you!The Noisy Plumehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00018497706369436300noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689562912749353753.post-73397225308672915482008-11-26T15:59:00.000-08:002008-11-26T15:59:00.000-08:00i forgot one!HEALTH INSURANCE.i forgot one!<BR/>HEALTH INSURANCE.candacemorrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13893739347394561554noreply@blogger.com