The Lies We Live

happy?

"i wanna catch you at your best."

Today the sky was enraged. And not in fiery, infuriated sort of way. This is anger that is never spoken, only felt. This is a muted rage. All the houses were bathed in the golden glow of toil and heat. It was a surreal place to be when all you've ever felt is the shaded tints of optimism and happiness you can never truly feel. I have never seen anything the likes of this, and yet oddly, it feels only natural, when this fading glow of light touches the tips of my fingers as if the sky would like to pull me in. How endearing.

And I think happiness is an inevitable thing. Of course, there is always so much to complain of that we sometimes miss it. At this point, I have forgotten what pure bliss feels like, but I do report a new sensation. That of belonging where do not brighten the atmosphere; you are essential in order for such a place to exist. I have relied on myself for so long, to lean on others is now an unfamiliar feeling. It is good to know that I have strong roots, but also firm branches, because isn't it nice to reach out into the world, and have the universe pull back?

I want to say I have seen the world because I have met ingenuine people and failed many examinations. That I am a stronger person now. But I fail to realize that humanity is so much more than the hierarchy of a suburban school. Fail to see war torn cities where you have to make the decision between, starving on what is left of the streets or joining the terrorists and pretending that you are okay with it all.

I haven't met the world yet. But I have heard many stories of him. I have heard of mafia leaders laundering drug money in their casinos. How humans are still sold as slaves in some parts of the world.

There is a hunger that turns children into corpses, and law-abiding men into monsters. This is a hunger I will never have to encounter. I will never have to make the decisions these poor souls must make.

It has been raining for days, and keeping the windows open is not enough to keep the happiness high enough. But we have survived the winter. The harsh winds that freeze up even the warmest parts of you. The snow that is taller than you. The sunlight that is only there to blind you; it does nothing to warm you. We are much stronger than we originally thought.

With all this in mind, we forget to realize that we must celebrate our victories as they come to us. It is so short lived, the bliss of success, as we are always wishing for more. Never what there already is. I am in a constant peril of staying grateful, as well as in motion.

What this is really about is happiness. every beautiful sunset you've ever held witness to. It is so hazy in your mind; a drug high you can only catch the edges of. I realize we do not get to choose what it is that makes our hearts race. We can only spend our lives in attempts to attain it.

The sadness, though eternal, can only hold you hostage so long. At times it will lose its grip and that is when you must spring into action.

You are worried that the world will be empty when go in search of it, but I can you tell from experience that it is overflowing with greatness. What I mean is that the universe is more than the skies and the art; it is also you as well. It is the mercy that moves you to give your spare change to the poor, and your attention to those who feel that they are invisible.

You must realize that happiness, in fact, has minimal to do with you. Everything tangible will escape your grasp, but you can not hold your virtue in your palms; it only becomes evident in your words and actions.

Understand that the point isn't to take as much as you can, but the contrary. " Climb mountains, not so the world can see you, but so you can see the world." The universe gravitates towards objects with heavier masses, just as people do. The more you have, the more they want you. But these possessions only block the view; you are trying to find meaning, not matter.

You are strong enough to face the world, and most likely, better it as well.