Today while I was strolling through a parking lot, I kept asking myself what I really wanted in life.
And do you know what the answer was? The answer was that I wanted two things. First, I want love. Then I want happiness. I always have.
After all, what is happiness? Love, they tell me. But love doesn't bring and never has brought happiness. On the contrary, it's a constant state of anxiety, a battlefield; it's sleepless nights, asking ourselves all the time if we're doing the right thing. Real love seems to be composed of ecstasy and agony.
Will I hence never have the only 2 things I desire in life because of the conundrum of their coexistence?
And as someone told me yesterday, rare are the people who actually love.
Happiness is when what you think, what you say and what you do are in harmony - MG
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