I am in the process of giving up my quest for an answer as to why evil exists, as I know I will never have the answer, but I also realize I will probably always wonder why things are like they are. Tomorrow is the day, starting anew, when I begin to deal with the problems as they arise, roll with the punches, respect and acknowledge the evil, but conquer it by looking to the beauty.

     There is plenty of beauty to find. A good friend of mine is falling for some guy, and it's this writer's opinion that she's in. Cloud 9 couldn't hold her tonight she was so happy; I could sense giddiness through the instant messages she was sending. That's how life should be, all the time. Life should be full of rainbows, lollipops, sunshine, girls falling asleep in your arms, and Tom Petty music. It should be about singing along with Marvin Gaye, even if it means doing that little spin dance move. You know the one. It should be about sneaking olives from your grandma's kitchen before Thanksgiving dinner, and letting her catch you. It should just be about Thanksgiving with your grandma.

     I could list off all the cliché good times, laying out under the stars, dreaming of days to come, walking arm and arm through the mall, days before Christmas, exchanging smiles across the typical crowded room, but that's barely the tip of a lonesome ice cube floating in a supersized Dr. Pepper. Happiness is watching as the world tries to kick you and beat you and burn you and freeze you out, and knowing it's not going to win this day. Happiness is calling a friend when you're feeling down, only to realize you don't want to waste your time with that person on depression, or on the past. Happiness is calling that friend while upset, and forgetting why you called as they say hello. Happiness is good country song about love calling your name, and a bad