Sometimes I feel as if the ground beneath my tired feet is getting thinner and thinner with each passing day. And for some very odd reason I’m grateful about it, one day, maybe one day, it’ll crush with force of my feet, disintegrate into pieces and chunks as if once it was never there, and it’ll swallow my entire being in it – then I would be freed, of this invisible cage which always kept me hostage. Would I be happy then? Well, I’m not sure.
Happiness – it has always been a fickle thing to me – for most people, they find it in the natural course of life but for people like me, we look for it, days and days pass, making us look like sweat-stricken labours looking for diamond in piles and piles of dark, crusty coal. Even if we find it, we aren’t happy, with all the efforts we put into this pursuit, all we get is a fleeting moment of happiness, an ephemeral smile. Happiness – it’s just not worth the search.