"Happiness writes with white ink on white paper." Henry de Motherlant
This maxim is often shortened to "Happiness writes white." I ran across this phrase the other day, and it struck me as quite a thought provoking statement. Does happiness write white? It would seem so when you consider how many dark subjects find their way into music, poetry, art, and the like. So does sadness write black? Black can been seen on the page, while white, on white paper cannot. When we're happy we seem to live in the moment, we savor it while it lasts. Maybe we're too busy being happy to do anything about it. You only have to read an old journal to see that. Pages and pages are often attributed to hardship, pain, anguish, while happiness is seldom mentioned. Perhaps we don't write when we're happy because we're too busy living it. I hope that's the case.