Pursuit of happiness, that what most people seek in their life. I think – for myself – this idea of being happy, has already long time gone without a single trace. I do not disagree about seeking a happy life, well, happiness is the very root of a life fully above this earth. I love seeing people live a happy life, the scene was amazingly joyful.
I’ve walk the path of darkness, and pursuing happiness neither in any part of it. I do not feel that this life must be conditions by the act – the path – of pursuing something that might crashed and blinded in its’ path.
When you feel unhappy, when you feel sorrow is unavoidable, you might just run away to thou who give you a feel of security & comfort. Or you may stand and challenge the life face by face. But its never fill the gaps between you and the unhappiness, except a thin film of security, happiness or the proud of being able to conquer this life.
Life is me, the unhappiness is me, the happiness is me – they are merely the other expressions of me. Running from myself won’t make me go any further, fighting myself won’t let me solve the matter. But I know, accepting myself would be a chance to understand myself fully.
Which implies, understanding the happiness & unhappiness. Pursuing happiness only makes me end by separating it – by separating myself. How could I am separating myself? Or could you?
To life fully, understanding is the beginning of everything. And within it, I’ve exclude the idea of being happy. When happiness comes, let it enter my deepest chamber of gratitude, when sadness returns, welcome it by warm and gentle smile.