I’m looking for her;
The one with the raindrop smile
& castaway thoughts,
who speaks dandelion words
through a tomorrowland voice.
though, emotionally disconnected.
Nearby in her world;
the one humans haven’t broken yet.
I can see her;
that girl who’s eyes are shut and wide open.
but she’s hiding.
Some say she’s “finding herself”;
I say she’s finding everyone else…
The key to happiness isnt a key
Ever had the validity of your relationship assessed by the nation?
Then don’t tell me you understand.
Tell me you’re enraged.
Tell me you’re disgusted.
Tell me you cannot believe how low humanity has stooped.
But don’t you dare tell me that you understand.
Unless your worth & human rights are being dangled among legislatures like a bill, you and your fellow jury need to remain exceptionally quiet until freedom of expression is a right I too can exploit.
You don’t understand, you pity. You condescend & through this reaction, you unknowingly flag me as divergent.
You insult me as an individual by allocating me my own compartment in your over-organised cerebrum, based on the “type” of love I feel.
I appreciate your support, but your support needs to convey a gender-typecast neutral disposition to feel supportive.
Indifference is freedom.
You’ve got it wrong.
You don’t understand; you just stand.
I’m standing in a shadow
amidst a field of sunlight.
For she who nurses the lamp
ignites the dark.
Can we ever be happy with what we have if every quote explicitly states that happiness is a journey, not a destination?
I’d like to point out the disfunction of our expectations-
We use the term “happiness” in such a way that deems it unattainable.
We cannot write contradicting poems-
One advising to be happy with what you have, the other stating, be happy in the pursuit of what you want.
If you were happy with what you have, you wouldn’t be pursuing anything. But, if you weren’t pursuing anything you’d be missing “direction”, a recommended key ingredient in the happiness dough.
Direction can only exist if you are being influenced by a desired fulfilment that doesn’t already exist in your present location.
If to be present is to be happy, as is travelling away from the familiar towards great unknowns, what would happen if I told you that the transient (pursuit, journey) and immobile (destination, end point) live vicariously through that state of mind which feeds your inability to perceive happiness as anything but these affirmations that were designed by people who were no more knowledgable about the recipe for happiness than you are right now?
How could you possibly hear
what the shell is whispering
if you’re listening for the ocean?