If happiness is a state of mind, then my mind is an winged beast soaring then landing. Soaring. Then landing. Up and down. When can I just soar for eternity? Is that ever an option? Winged beasts do not have this option, so perhaps neither do I. I wonder though...the theory that the weak die off, and the strongest live...if this was true in only the mental part of one's existence, would I be the first to go? Would I be considered weak and vulnerable? Or..because I've been through so much turmoil, felt every emotion capable for a man to feel, have been in a hole of darkness for different years of my life, and yet I am still here, would I be considered..the fittest of my kind?