Today is truly a glorious day. I have, for more than six years, been suffering under the oppresive and inescapable weight of a profound existential dilemma. Naturally, I expected today to be confronted by the same unresolvable issues, but as I was doing some light cleaning around my room this morning, I made a breakthrough. I was listening to Hilary Duff sing What Dreams Are Made Of, a sublime (if utterly disposable) poppy number from the soundtrack to The Lizzie McGuire Movie. Normally, I sing along to such things without ever consciously processing the lyrics, but this morning, I caught myself singing:

Have you ever wondered what life is about?
You could search the world and never figure it out.
You don’t have to sail the oceans, no, no, no!
Happiness is no mystery, it’s here and now, it’s you and me!

Problem solved! Hilary Duff is the source of happiness.

I think I still might sail the oceans, though.

On a wholly unrelated note: on this day, many, many years ago, two of my college roommates were born. Happy birthday, Stephanie, and happy birthday, Ray! I do hope it is a good one…

NP: Blümchen, Denk Noch Mal Drüber Nach