In the confinement of the space we often label as the shower, I have had the opportunity to think, doubt, then ruminate upon the greater occurrences in reality, outside the realm of the "imagination-based lies of life".
Today, I remembered happiness.
The feeling of that certain emotion, that we don't entirely understand. The one we describe as happiness.
What is it? What does it consist of? Is it a purely chemical our pituitary gland and the hypothalamus produces when triggered by a chain of actions; or is it an intense intellectual happening?
Swarming my soon to be over-crowded mind, these thoughts start to asphyxiate me. The tendrils of steam from the hot shower worms its way into my lungs through the crevices known as the nostrils and the mouth.
I am drowning from the psychological confusion and the evaporated water molecules in the enclosed of the 'be-naked' area.
So happiness. How can it be defined? How do we understand it?
To me, its just like a batch of freshly made marmalade. In order to get it right and make it last, effort and more effort is required. To cultivate it, to spend hours slaving away for it. Through trial and error, and the never ending process, to finally reach it.
To realise, it has been there all along. Embedded in the process to concoct happiness was happiness itself.
For now the enlightenment serves as an acknowledgement, the triumph of succession.
In the end, all the foundations crumble and washes away in the waves of time, beckoning to us to start anew.
To search once more, for that unknown call.
To happiness.
Erratic Behaviour
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