Isn't it crazy how life changes massively in a matter of seconds? One second your soaring high in the sky, happy as you ever can be, and the next second your crashing back to earth, those white feathery wings just a passing dream.
Is it so bad to want to be just happy?
And how do you get it? Come experience, I had attained the perfect shade of happiness in a shape of a person. Everything seemed right. The grass was greener, the flowers brighter. The sun warmer and the birds merrier. The wind seemed to whisper words of laughter everywhere.
No, I wouldnt mention the dreaded word 'love' here. Nop. It was more of filling a big void, that had been empty for a long time now. Something that went unnoticed by many, and hidden away by tears.
A need unconciously rendering inside that one troublemaker organ. The Heart.
There is always a way of attaining perfection in life. Nothing is impossible. Strive for it and you get it. Perfect body, perfect social life, perfect house, perfect life. Then why doesn't it all satisfy one? Why doesn't a person sit back and think "Yes this is it. Im happy now."?
So yes, I was running after that mirage of a happiness. And then one day a realization struck me.
The base was all wrong. The pillars holding up that happiness for me was so not right, it was twisted. I had been holding on so tight that i never realised when the bottom had withered away.
Isnt it wierd how need can make you so blind?
Its like easing pain by taking drugs. Not by curing the problem. The wrong way.
So I came crashing down with no brakes. Hit the ground real hard. Broke some bones, a couple of scratches here and there. But worse, I had a shattered heart. A million pieces all strewn around glittering like little pieces of diamonds.
I looked at them a long time. My reflection looking back at me solemnly. And then I realised. What a fool I've been all along. Trying to grab mist when it was in my hand all along.
Happiness is not something that comes to you. Yes, it may seem perfect at that time. So perfect. But its not right. Happiness is what you attain from your surroundings, by keeping the people in your life happy.
Its not money that buys you happiness. Nor having that perfect white house with a poolside that you have always dreamed of. Not even being with that perfect handsome guy, the guy of your dreams.
Its being content with what you have.
Thats the untold secret to perfect life.
Dont cry over the fact that you have overprotective parents, be happy that they love you enough to care so much. Dont stress over the fact that you couldnt afford a dress for the party tonight, atleast you have a closet with clothes that 70% of the world doesnt. Dont hate your brother or sister, they may make your life hell but you have someone to share life with.
It's hard not to take for granted what you already have, and cry for more. Realise and value them.
The day you do that, is the day you become truly happy.
And that is what saves you from running after shallow happiness for the rest of your life.
Is it so bad to want to be just happy?
And how do you get it? Come experience, I had attained the perfect shade of happiness in a shape of a person. Everything seemed right. The grass was greener, the flowers brighter. The sun warmer and the birds merrier. The wind seemed to whisper words of laughter everywhere.
The rain was more than just drops of water expelled from an overloaded cloud, the sunsets a canvas for bright colors to be splashed on. Everything simply held immense beauty.
No, I wouldnt mention the dreaded word 'love' here. Nop. It was more of filling a big void, that had been empty for a long time now. Something that went unnoticed by many, and hidden away by tears.
A need unconciously rendering inside that one troublemaker organ. The Heart.
There is always a way of attaining perfection in life. Nothing is impossible. Strive for it and you get it. Perfect body, perfect social life, perfect house, perfect life. Then why doesn't it all satisfy one? Why doesn't a person sit back and think "Yes this is it. Im happy now."?
So yes, I was running after that mirage of a happiness. And then one day a realization struck me.
The base was all wrong. The pillars holding up that happiness for me was so not right, it was twisted. I had been holding on so tight that i never realised when the bottom had withered away.
Isnt it wierd how need can make you so blind?
Its like easing pain by taking drugs. Not by curing the problem. The wrong way.
So I came crashing down with no brakes. Hit the ground real hard. Broke some bones, a couple of scratches here and there. But worse, I had a shattered heart. A million pieces all strewn around glittering like little pieces of diamonds.
I looked at them a long time. My reflection looking back at me solemnly. And then I realised. What a fool I've been all along. Trying to grab mist when it was in my hand all along.
Happiness is not something that comes to you. Yes, it may seem perfect at that time. So perfect. But its not right. Happiness is what you attain from your surroundings, by keeping the people in your life happy.
Its not money that buys you happiness. Nor having that perfect white house with a poolside that you have always dreamed of. Not even being with that perfect handsome guy, the guy of your dreams.
Its being content with what you have.
Thats the untold secret to perfect life.
Dont cry over the fact that you have overprotective parents, be happy that they love you enough to care so much. Dont stress over the fact that you couldnt afford a dress for the party tonight, atleast you have a closet with clothes that 70% of the world doesnt. Dont hate your brother or sister, they may make your life hell but you have someone to share life with.
It's hard not to take for granted what you already have, and cry for more. Realise and value them.
The day you do that, is the day you become truly happy.
And that is what saves you from running after shallow happiness for the rest of your life.
hmmm..interesting...
ReplyDeleteIf ten men want to enter a house, and only nine men find their way in, the tenth must not say: "This is what God ordained." He must find out his own shortcoming was.
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