I am a Happiness fanatic. As much as we want to be happy, oftentimes in life, the opposite happens. Allow me to share this beautiful yet sad letter (from a book) of a son to his parents. ENJOY!
Dear Mom and Dad,
I'm sorry I've been so uncommunicative since our phone call, but my whole world has suddenly fallen apart.
Next month was supposed to be the wedding. I feel such aching sadness that the only solace I can find is staying near the place she died.
Also, I need time to think about what I want to do with the rest of my life. Losing Fanny has changed me a great deal. I seem somehow to feel less of the ambition I once had to go out and become a big "success"-whatever that means.
The attitude on this kibbutz is catching. Sure, some of the young men want to be doctors or professors. But when most of them have finished their studies they'll come back and share what they've learned with the community.
It's curious that among all the people I've met here, there's not one whose aim in life is to be famous. They just want to live in peace and quiet and take pleasure from the real joys of life. Like hard work and kids. And friendship.
I wish I could say that my mind is tranquil, but it isn't. Grief is not the only thing I feel. There's something primitive in me still crying out for vengeance. I know that's wrong, but I can't exorcise these feelings yet.
So I've decided to spend the summer as a volunteer working side by side with the rest of the kibbutzniks.
Since I can handle firearms I'll also take a regular turn at guard duty. And if a terrorist is crazy enough to try to attack this place again, he'll sorely regret it. Anyway, thanks for letting me work all this out for myself.
Your loving son,
Jason
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