Oh, joy.

Oh, joy. What brings joy to the life of many – or simply to the life of you? Is it pleasure, wonder, sense of fear or a sentimental feeling of togetherness? Is it a feeling of power, anger, jealousy, or a subtle reminder to be subtle? Maybe lust brings joy. Maybe joy brings lust. To a clock watcher, watching a clock brings joy. However, to a clock maker…the ticking of the clock means less time to make time. Or rather the less time to make clocks? These thoughts bring ponderous moments to mind. To the frontal lobe or to the back, who knows. Only a psychologist should. Or a demonic spirit looking to invade. Exorcism. Amityville. Emily Rose…etc. Etcetera, such a funny word for a meaning of so many. To many joy is a feeling felt when colors are present. Or the colorful presents they receive from others. Psychological wonders never cease. Never cease the psychologist who wants to know more about your brain. They don’t know that all brains are not the same. Or do they? Joy – is that a fragment of life, or a run-on of feelings? Or vice-versa. A run-on of life and a fragment of feelings. Only God knows. One day I’ll ask, that amongst many other questions. It is true that no one feels true joy unless they are feeling that true joy at the moment of realization. They then feel vibrations of pleasure and arousal to the sense in their brain, stimulating joy. And only joy. Joy could be a person, or just not. Joy could be such a short topic of amusement or a long amusing topic. How can one feel joy and sorrow at the same time? The answer is the mentally insane. Let’s switch to something more openly joyful. Where do you find joy? The park? The kitchen? A pizza place? The recording studio? With a certain person? Let me paint a picture. You recently walk into a place. The sun is shining and the birds are chirping. You smell a hint of popcorn and churros. You hear kids laughing and talking about their day, as well as the distant jingle of music. Joyful music. Where are you? (dnalyensid) That’s where I find joy. Perhaps it’s the memories as a child. Perhaps it’s the memories of the future. Where do your future of memories lay?