Great Expectations...

Though being a Saturn ruled, i am sometimes so optimistic that i can be termed a panglossian....the ephemeral happiness, as illusive as January rains, soothes the soul, but the enlightenment that surely follows and defogs the illusion brings with it pangs of wonder filled blues that stung much severely earlier and, now, it seems, i have developed callousness toward them...strange enough, but i don't seem to learn anything from these happenings, may be, because it does not seem fit to me to develop cynicism, a trait much worse than credulity, as it deprives one from a certain happiness and the latter gives a reason, however illusive and transient, to derive happiness from something that is completely empty...