and in this life never did I see so much hurt and pain. As a child I was attracted to the light to the happiness but as I grew older and realized that you can’t plan life that little dream of mine grew distant and blurry I knew that I’d have to runaway to find this dream of mine. My dream house grew colder day by day and suddenly i was no longer attracted to the light. Happiness made me uncomfortable I knew how quickly it could all end. I felt company with the darkness being happy felt lonely. We are told so many stories as children read to that all sorrow goes away, we are given toys , temporary distractions for tears. But never are we given a manual on how to deal with pain the betrayal the evil the hurt never does someone give us a lecture on how bad it is too hurt. So here I am dreaming of the tree and spectacular home I saw my self in as a child trying to get back to a real dream and wondering why even as I child I knew I’d have to go far away to see it come true. Because you cannot build a beautiful dream homes out of anger and screaming. We cannot shout out into a void for happiness and expect to hear something there is no other side. So I’ll go to bed now hoping I’m one day closer to waking up to my dream.
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‘Life’s plan’ manifests itself early on when we are directed toward following a certain path and live a certain way which is considered normal and happy. We become fixated on following the path we were told was the right one. Without deluding themselves it would be almost impossible to arrive at the happy destination. You have to ask yourself why so few people ever get there. Is it because the journey is perilous, difficult, that we are inadequate or maybe just maybe such a place doesn’t really exists? The people who nail life seem to be predisposed to happiness. People will good mental health tend to make better decisions but social factors also have an impact.