hi, this is noa.
you know when you grow about that the simple things gets completely difficult as you grow up. here are some abstract terms that society and media throw and vomit at you at every square metre. love. happiness. life. success. all those things. you see an advertisement on buses and radios, attacked by them when you're innocent, and forced to accept their existence. 'buy this car, and you'll be successful', 'buy this life insurance so you'll have no worries anytime in the near future', and the most truthful of all 'buy this cheap chocolate for yourself and you'll be happy'. (actually, only this statement is true. you can't doubt chocolate, that's a crime. all hail chocolate and it's undeniable seduction).
i'm sure that when we were young, we used to draw happiness with a yellow crayon. we used to draw the sun in the crayon and for some reason, everyone seemed to run out of the pink and the blue crayon. when we were five, we thought happiness was when mrs. somebody (of course our teacher.) handed our golden stickers when we were good, and we get to play with bubbles. and in our drawing, we would have a happy family all holding hands together (our parents being trice the size of what we were in the sketch), with a sun in a corner, a dog (with a ridiculously long tail), and the edge of the paper would be covered with green (the grass). this was our five-year-old happiness. it meant nothing essentially, but that didn't matter did it? i'm sure the smile i had back then (yes, i used to know how to smile back then) would outdo any sorrow. i'm still confident though, alice. that if i had that sort of smile, i would be trying to win the oscars. of course i don't have that smile now. shame, really.
the thing is, we rarely find happiness in our everyday lives. we think that happiness thrives in only when world peace is consulted, and the euphoric sensation that courses through our bodies only comes in the form of sex. serious. people have overrated the concept of happiness that it had been violated and wronged. but it has no voice, alice. because although it's rotting away like a bad egg, people don't have the sensory to smell it. they've endured and embraced the odor to actually detect it. and i believe that this is true sadness. that people don't see the happiness that they truly want. they only see the generic form of happiness narrated by a soulless electronic. where's the happiness in that?
my point is, when we were young "we are happy". but as we get older we ask "are we happy right now?". then it digresses to "what is happiness". which makes me sad. really, really sad.
"but i'm happy, noa."
"really?"
"i'm happy because of you. and that is enough for me"
"hahahahaha"
"aren't you as well?"
"yes... yes i am alice."
"so happy alice. happy noa. some real happy people we are noa."
"the happy lost boy and the happy misguided one... we sure are one hell of a pair."
