My head hurts from over thinking everything.
My heart aches from being unhappy all the time.
My feet are sore from walking a path I now regret taking.
My hands are tired of writing endless journals of same accounts.
Why is it so hard to be happy? To find happiness and to remain happy?
I think man is naturally made to crave to be better at everything but sadly this is the root of our endless despair as well. Sometimes I wish to be just a toddler. A candy is enough for them smile, a simple hug or kiss can ease their pain and a simple reassurance can actually make them feel calm.
What happened to us when we grow up is that we become more complex and that make us more perplex in our everyday existence as well. We became such a smart ass that every explanation ends with another question. Every goal is just a pit stop because we aim for another one each time we reach it. We became so intellectual that we disregard or try to find answers that still or has no logical explanation. We are such a mess. Unhappy bastards that still seek ways to feel content in an ever changing fast paced world. We are greedy bunch that wants to conquer everything. A felon with no limits and too brave for his/her own well being. We are lost and stuck.
Regardless though, one thing remains is our very inability to unconsciously and relentlessly still hope that it will get better at some point. That at some point luck will finally be on our side and help turn around our destiny. That at one point, someone will believe in us, give us a shot that would change our life. That...finally...we can find and experience what is feels like to finally be happy.
