And then it spread its wings and flew away.
High into the blue.
Wishing for wishes to come true.
They might never may.
How many times have you read a happy, fun article and it has stayed with you? Now answer this. How many times have you read a sad, blue piece of writing and it gets imprinted on your mind? The above four lines of crap would have made a profound impact on you than a whole hour of happy songs would have. Hell, grief is addictive. Inductive. Conductive. Well, you get the drift.
Is the human kind more susceptible to being sad than we ever wanted to believe? There would be very few bipedals on the planet with a new year resolution of staying sadder now on. But there would be millions of those who wanna be happier than they were the previous year. I, a lesser mortal, am one of the latter.
Where did this enchantment with being happy came from? Who started it? In a blind race, it was never between you and me. It was always between me and life. When the hell did you started blinking on my happiness radar?
I don't wanna be happier than thou. I wanna be more peaceful than thou. KYC. Know Your Crests. What keeps you floating? What pushes you down deep below?
Dont hate thy neighbor, Love thyself!
2 comments:
I try to remember my happiest moments and they make me the saddest.maybe they go hand in hand.maybe they are not opposites.maybe no one can change who they are but some change how they are.there are so many who think they are in the wrong job and keep changing but its the same story all over.maybe they did not need a new job.maybe they needed to change how they did the job and maybe true joy only lies within.well, yet again, who knows right?
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