Well I Could...But I Won't

Bet you're thinking I'm talking about being naughty right? All right, yes, I am. In fact I have been thinking about it all day. Not specifically about what I would do to be naughty, but whether or not I should, or could.

...this looks familiar...

It has actually been a long time since I did something specifically for the thrill of knowing I shouldn't. And I know why now, too. Action, reaction, all that good stuff. And so lately my naughty meter has been reading at an all time low.

...any further to the right and no one will know who i am!...

Not that I'm concerned. I am actually deriving a great deal of pleasure from being good, and being rewarded for the same. The rewards are completely intangible, but it makes them no less pleasing. Smiles, laughter, time. All of these things; things I cannot keep, are actually things I can never lose. And that makes them the finest reward I could ask for.

...intangible...yet..perfect...

So I could be naughty, but I won't. There simply is no reason to do so. It would not achieve any means that I wish to achieve. Mischief is one thing. I will engage in it often, and enjoy myself while doing so. Life is meant to be fun after all, right? But downright disobedience of the sort I used to engage in? Nope. Not going to happen.

...ahhh....see how good?...

Why? Because there is no sense in fucking with happiness. And that is something with which I am being rewarded daily.

...and i love it...

Emily