Happiness: noun: state of well-being characterized by emotions ranging from contentment to intense joy
It is what it is, as I always say. Life
is what you make it, Happiness is there, ya just got to take it. Could
it be that we are blind 95% of our lives? Pursuing only the selfish
things that are developed to obtain the greenery that coats our
bank-accounts and thicken our wallets. Driven by materialistic things
and chasing the American Dream, but how could we forget to feed our
minds, bodies and souls. When can we change and embrace the wind that
blows onto our skin, allowing our eyes to swallow the scenery of a
ocean & imagine the animals who creep amongst the deep blue, not
rattled by money woes & sexual partners... so deep that beneath the
ocean floor lies mysteries from our past who have to been drowned into
the same evilness of the pity paper we so yearn for - because we think
that would be the solution to our happiness. We throw our dollars to
lottery scandals, wait in lines for days for the latest trends, give
away our respect and beg on trains, while drugs floods our veins. I am
guilty - I admit. But money isn't the object of my happiness anymore,
its not the apple of my eye, the stem to my existance. It makes
things easier, but it doesn't make life any easier to comprehend.
People and the way we interact is the counter-part that pieces together
our intellect, its what' broadens our views, builds up the layers that
pack onto our epidermis,although unseen - we have indeed have several lessons learned.
It is what it is, as I always say. Life
is what you make it, Happiness is there, ya just got to take it. Could
it be that we are blind 95% of our lives? Pursuing only the selfish
things that are developed to obtain the greenery that coats our
bank-accounts and thicken our wallets. Driven by materialistic things
and chasing the American Dream, but how could we forget to feed our
minds, bodies and souls. When can we change and embrace the wind that
blows onto our skin, allowing our eyes to swallow the scenery of a
ocean & imagine the animals who creep amongst the deep blue, not
rattled by money woes & sexual partners... so deep that beneath the
ocean floor lies mysteries from our past who have to been drowned into
the same evilness of the pity paper we so yearn for - because we think
that would be the solution to our happiness. We throw our dollars to
lottery scandals, wait in lines for days for the latest trends, give
away our respect and beg on trains, while drugs floods our veins. I am
guilty - I admit. But money isn't the object of my happiness anymore,
its not the apple of my eye, the stem to my existance. It makes
things easier, but it doesn't make life any easier to comprehend.
People and the way we interact is the counter-part that pieces together
our intellect, its what' broadens our views, builds up the layers that
pack onto our epidermis,although unseen - we have indeed have several lessons learned.
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