I have had four happy days in my life, and three of them turned out to be illusions.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I am sure that the sad days and happenings were rare, and that I lived the joyous and careless life of other children; but just because the happy days were so habitual to me they made no impression upon my mind, and I can no longer recall them.
I think the pursuit of happiness is the pursuit of reality because illusion never leaves us ultimately happy.
I used to say that 'happy' was like 'lucky,' kind of imaginary. But now that I'm married and have children, I find that happiness is a real space.
I'm happy - despite things that might have happened in my life.
You choose to be happy, and in life we have as many good days as bad days. I try to find and record those songs that pull you through the bad days, and keep you believing that the good days are just around the corner.
Illusions are art, for the feeling person, and it is by art that we live, if we do.
Happiness is a mysterious concept. It seems to work best as futurity: at that point I will be happy, et cetera. I feel like I experience small pieces of joy day to day.
Some days are just bad days, that's all. You have to experience sadness to know happiness, and I remind myself that not every day is going to be a good day, that's just the way it is!
I don't have any illusions anymore. The illusion that rock 'n' roll could change anything - I don't believe that. I've changed.
While producing art works, illusions appear from time to time due to my mental illness. Every day is a struggle for me.