I rarely say that life stresses me out. But, I'll say it now: Life does stress me out sometimes (believe it or not) and there are times that I wish I had a happy place to go to. And by happy place, I don't mean "John, give me some dead plants to inhale so that we can talk about world peace and ways to stop war."
No. I mean a real place in this physical place that I can go to and just be happy about life while I'm there. I know this place probably doesn't exist, since problems will always fill this world and we might be able to run, but we can't hide from reality.
Where would it be, in this world, if such a place were to exist? Maybe in Paris, the city of lights and love, of champagne and sight seeing. Or maybe in Australia, where the kangaroos run around and the Great Barrier Reef is. Or maybe still, the place is right here in Las Vegas, where sin plays its games and people can get drunk 24 hours a day.
No, that last place definitely isn't an option. But then again, is Paris or Australia or Rome or even Disneyland (the happiest place on Earth) an option?
My point (wait...there was a point?!) is that no matter where you go, life is gonna kick you hard in the butt, giving you a reality check.
I guess you can't run, you just have to deal with stuff the right way.
Don't remember exactly who this photo is credited too, but I found it ages ago at
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