'Now girls, take out a piece of refill, and write down your long term goals for the year 2001 . . .'

You know,how come at the beginning of the year, you know who were always supposed to have goals that are supposed to be achieved by the end of the year, stuff like, "I will pass School Certificate" or whatever (not that you can fail school certificate), and then, how were supposed to have a goal for life.

I guess some idea of what destiny they dream of. Who the hell thought this to be a good idea, everyone seems to have the typically, pathetic idea about what it means to have a goal

Shouldn't people have goals that focus on self worth and self appreciation, might as well add in a more general goal, appreciation of others and the kind of caring, sharing attitude that would make life so much easier for everyone.

Most of us (If not all of us), however, were brought up to live and worship television the tragic society so that things like "I want to be as rich as Bill Gates" or "I want to be pretty/skinny/gorgeous" seem perfectly fine.

Money doesn't buy real happiness, it only satisifies the urge and makes you think your happy cause you have all this money and all these material items, it merely gives you believe your happy and content.  Your not. Being gorgeous doesnt make people love you it might make people lust over you, but that would be about it, its means missing out on so much, and being stuck, not knowing whether you really have happiness and love thats true, or the luvly facade put up in its place.

So why do people have such false goals? Its not like I know the answer but i should think that people see what they think is people that appear to be happy, leading their perfect lives, with qualities you feel you dont have (ie, perfect looks, i large amount of money etc).

So, to denounce my previous Life goals of lotsa money and prefect looks that i felt was a necessity in Life before this stream of thought rained through my head, and to annouce a new, solitary goal.

Happiness.

Happiness for my friends, my family, the lady across the street, the chic that was behind the checkout yesterday, that stupid dick on icq ... happiness for all mankind.

Pipe dream I know. But I live in hope.