We are born with our own definitions of happiness. What makes us happy, is an individual thing.
But we all have a sense of something impending in the future, something which will bring us home.
Might be gorgeous places visited, vague kisses in dingy bars...or just roaming around aimlessly
A beautiful love story of our own we would write,that which gives us a sense of wholesomeness
And those images are always in the periphery of our minds, we see it being enacted in some movie and we bond with that..we see a glimpse of it in a person and we are drawn to him/her
Its those images which keeps us true to a feeling deeper than our subconscious
But gradually the definition of happiness starts eroding, and we start thinking that maybe our definition was wrong to begin with
Walking on the thin line between practicality and dream, we assume being practical means letting go of these images
We think we grow wiser, each time we kill one of our defining happiness parameter
We start shrinking, in our personality, in the way we interact with the world, in the way we love and the way we want to be loved back
Sometimes it has shrunk to such a level that it chokes us, we are unable to find any source of happiness cos we have completely forgotten what made us happy in the first place
We are banging our heads in the dark, trying to find a way which can lead us back to our un-lived moments, moments we were so sure would happen to us, moments which were the driving force behind all that we did, worked for, strived for!
And we dont know what went wrong where, was it our naivete or our inability to stop those things in life which made us forget our happy quotients
We then redefine, smile at our stupid abstract definition and go on with life, living half life, half dreams
But our earlier, pure shining description of happiness stands untouched somewhere
It exists, ready to be unraveled and owned by you
That definition of happiness is what sometimes you feel in your sensations sometimes, life a melody or like a rush of forgotten song..and somewhere feel..maybe something of the original is still possible!
But we all have a sense of something impending in the future, something which will bring us home.
Might be gorgeous places visited, vague kisses in dingy bars...or just roaming around aimlessly
A beautiful love story of our own we would write,that which gives us a sense of wholesomeness
And those images are always in the periphery of our minds, we see it being enacted in some movie and we bond with that..we see a glimpse of it in a person and we are drawn to him/her
Its those images which keeps us true to a feeling deeper than our subconscious
But gradually the definition of happiness starts eroding, and we start thinking that maybe our definition was wrong to begin with
Walking on the thin line between practicality and dream, we assume being practical means letting go of these images
We think we grow wiser, each time we kill one of our defining happiness parameter
We start shrinking, in our personality, in the way we interact with the world, in the way we love and the way we want to be loved back
Sometimes it has shrunk to such a level that it chokes us, we are unable to find any source of happiness cos we have completely forgotten what made us happy in the first place
We are banging our heads in the dark, trying to find a way which can lead us back to our un-lived moments, moments we were so sure would happen to us, moments which were the driving force behind all that we did, worked for, strived for!
And we dont know what went wrong where, was it our naivete or our inability to stop those things in life which made us forget our happy quotients
We then redefine, smile at our stupid abstract definition and go on with life, living half life, half dreams
But our earlier, pure shining description of happiness stands untouched somewhere
It exists, ready to be unraveled and owned by you
That definition of happiness is what sometimes you feel in your sensations sometimes, life a melody or like a rush of forgotten song..and somewhere feel..maybe something of the original is still possible!
2 comments:
I can only see you as a shining creature of light. Even in the darkest nooks of your words there is immeasurable beauty.
Perhaps happiness is a shared thing and Joy is a very personal experience. Even in the unhappiest hour, the inner beast, untamed, can find its way back to lightness, to joy.
Yes, the world exists as you wanted it. Reclaim it in small measures we can.
Nice. (In my own ways, I know what you mean).
Thanks
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