they are wasting sand...
happiness.
what's the word for it? fleeting. i love whoever came up with it. it's fleeting. so true. here a moment, gone the next. like a long tailed comet. it appears. like a heavy budgetted special effects cinematic. it explodes into your sight, claiming grounds as the most exciting thing since the discovery of sex, and then blinds you, burning an after image in your retina. that momentary blindness that distracts you even after its passage has moved out of your periphery. and you wonder if it ever happened. was it a mind trick. some hormone induced fantasy that threatened to rock your world. was it caused by the impulsive ecstacy? that left over taste of food that becomes cloying and nauseating.
somedays things happen in just the right way. of course, the reverse occurs from time to time. but that's another story for another time. today, we shall look at happiness. it is too rare. too previous. as i was saying, somedays the events add up. a small smile widens. the sky brightens into a billion colours. a crazy conucopia of drug wizened hues. dizzying dances across your eyes. you have to lean back and just sit down. admiring. soaking in the world with a rush of emotions.
but the most happiness, for me, derives from the pleasure of people.
people. friends. family. people. they are like the intangible joys that become so much realer than an ice cream. or chocolate. heck, i don't even like chocolate. but no. people. they are around you and they cause the more volatile of mood swings. but when things are riding on that wave of euphoria, you let every word they say, every small gesture, every ounce of goodwill, seep in. your pores are covered in the honey of love. and you breathe in fresh whiffs of their affection. and then you are sated. not in a sweaty, tumbling, mad rumble kind of way. but in a room. on a rainy afternoon. soft jazz in the background. air conditioning so cold it threatens to frost up your windows. but wrapped in that blanket, warmed by your body heat. it's perfect. look at the steaming mug of hot chocolate. and the soothing balm of a good book. that's what you feel with people. comforted. placated. loved.
i am thankful. it's been a long time since i felt it. happiness. true happiness. not the fleeting kind. but the kind that lingers. like the soft scents of a favourite person upon a pillow. it calms ruffled feathers. taking it in, you know you are treasured. cherished. safe.
that, to me, is happiness. and it's really been a while. and for that... I am grateful.
DuaGu
"Loving you is easy coz you're beautiful..."
what's the word for it? fleeting. i love whoever came up with it. it's fleeting. so true. here a moment, gone the next. like a long tailed comet. it appears. like a heavy budgetted special effects cinematic. it explodes into your sight, claiming grounds as the most exciting thing since the discovery of sex, and then blinds you, burning an after image in your retina. that momentary blindness that distracts you even after its passage has moved out of your periphery. and you wonder if it ever happened. was it a mind trick. some hormone induced fantasy that threatened to rock your world. was it caused by the impulsive ecstacy? that left over taste of food that becomes cloying and nauseating.
somedays things happen in just the right way. of course, the reverse occurs from time to time. but that's another story for another time. today, we shall look at happiness. it is too rare. too previous. as i was saying, somedays the events add up. a small smile widens. the sky brightens into a billion colours. a crazy conucopia of drug wizened hues. dizzying dances across your eyes. you have to lean back and just sit down. admiring. soaking in the world with a rush of emotions.
but the most happiness, for me, derives from the pleasure of people.
people. friends. family. people. they are like the intangible joys that become so much realer than an ice cream. or chocolate. heck, i don't even like chocolate. but no. people. they are around you and they cause the more volatile of mood swings. but when things are riding on that wave of euphoria, you let every word they say, every small gesture, every ounce of goodwill, seep in. your pores are covered in the honey of love. and you breathe in fresh whiffs of their affection. and then you are sated. not in a sweaty, tumbling, mad rumble kind of way. but in a room. on a rainy afternoon. soft jazz in the background. air conditioning so cold it threatens to frost up your windows. but wrapped in that blanket, warmed by your body heat. it's perfect. look at the steaming mug of hot chocolate. and the soothing balm of a good book. that's what you feel with people. comforted. placated. loved.
i am thankful. it's been a long time since i felt it. happiness. true happiness. not the fleeting kind. but the kind that lingers. like the soft scents of a favourite person upon a pillow. it calms ruffled feathers. taking it in, you know you are treasured. cherished. safe.
that, to me, is happiness. and it's really been a while. and for that... I am grateful.
DuaGu
"Loving you is easy coz you're beautiful..."