The Flight of the Rocketman

Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a well-preserved body but rather totally used up screaming, "Woohoo! What a ride!" -- As texted to me by my Dad from a forwarded e-mail

And what is life supposed to be like, really? Just a bunch of dreams that we are always trying to acquire and some of them you do get and the others just remain dreams, completely unattainable. My friend Anne says that the pursuit is more enjoyable than the actual acquisition. That happiness is boring. I suppose she feels more alive with the excitement of getting nearer and nearer to happiness. The excitement of almost reaching the destination but once she gets there, she'd prefer to lose it all and go to the next race.

Isn't that horrible? To know that you worked so hard for something and when you reach it, it wasn't what you thought it would/should feel like?

It's seems so pointless. It seems like what the Greeks imagined what Hades would be like. The rock that Sissyphus (was it Sissyphus?) was to constantly roll up the hill and that when he finally brought it up, it would fall down again and he would start all over.

Is that some analogy to what life is supposed to be like? Are we ever going to learn to be satisfied?

Or should I say, when will I be satisfied?