June 28, 2007 at 10:19 am

Having the cookie

Happiness was “having the cookie.” If you had the cookie, things were good. If you didn’t have the cookie, life wasn’t worth a damn.

Unfortunately, the cookie kept changing. Some of the time it was money, sometimes power, sometimes even sex. At other times, it was the new car, the biggest contract, the most prestigious address.

It’s like I stopped learning how to live after I was a kid. When I give a child a cookie, he is happy. If I take the cookie away or it breaks, he is unhappy.

But he is two and a half and I am twenty-four. It’s taken me this long to understand that the cookie will never make me happy for long.

The minute you have the cookie it starts to crumble or you start to worry about it crumbling or about someone trying to take it away from you.

You know, you have to give up a lot of things to take care of the cookie, to keep it from crumbling and be sure that no one takes it away from you.

You may not even get a chance to eat it because you are so busy just trying not to lose it. Having the cookie is not what life is about.

Okay, what’s important then? What is really important? Well, life is important. Life… yeah, … life…

• Very delightful cookie