My world is misunderstood in so many ways, yeah…it’s me to begin with nothing more, nothing else, I am like a leaking parachute floating on air and anytime I would just hit the ground so badly. I’m just like this, a living metaphor of human happiness and a true-love-type of being. When I do wrong I am judged. When I wrong people no matter how well-intentioned it is, still, I am persecuted. When I do good they will accuse me of self-interior motives.
Baloney I may say, nothing’s unfair but everything is out of place. You will never get the same amount of love you give, that’s a given fact anyway.
Random…life is random. Even a dog deserves a reward when he does a new trick. I never asked, I just wanted to be appreciated, I was…yeah maybe it’s me or perhaps it was really me who kept those longings unspoken and unseen.
No matter how we dig the most perfect apple out of the bunch it can still be the ugliest apple to someone else. The world is relative nothing seems to be equal among people. What is many for me may not be many to someone else. Indifference, well calculated, uncompromised and one must insist and the other end does the same thing, nothing in between but competition.
To someone this might be a piece of shit, liquidating those unresolved agony, but to someone it can be relevant, a shared thoughts and feelings, a fancy of oneness to someone far yet can talk directly to the soul. To someone this is an empathy a gesture of giving and understanding.
Market place, that’s the world today, people trade everything to be happy and compromise their soul to get what they want.
Heaven, such a nice word, I can smell it; I can see it, seemed so far yet really near. Its within us, people can smell, see, touch and feel it from us. So does hell.
If my heart can become pure and simple, like that of a child, I think there probably can be no greater happiness than this.
If only we'd stop trying to be happy we could have a pretty good time.
If you want happiness for an hour take a nap.
If you want happiness for a day go fishing.
If you want happiness for a month get married.
If you want happiness for a year inherit a fortune.
If you want happiness for a lifetime help someone else.
If you want to be happy, be.
It is not easy to find happiness in ourselves and it is not possible to find it elsewhere.
Millions of words coming from affluent and influential, help books are everywhere. Why happiness is still elusive, detention, people are colonized within their selves. They try to hide and try to be somebody else.
Over thinking and over analyzing…yeah I do it sometimes or sometimes most of the time. Maybe because this is my nutshell, my subconscious, my dream.
Live, breathe, love and be yourself. Some difficult process thru happiness but we can practice them every day until we perfect them. And yeah…you can forget about everything I wrote and just remember this one.