Pursue it to the ends
I'm playing with prose poetry or flash essay or something here.
Pursuit
As Americans, we have the right to pursue happiness. Chase that flitting, delicate butterfly easily blown to ground. Happiness is a white lace dress, beautiful but neither practical nor durable. Easily torn and stained. As time goes on, happy becomes yellow and crumbles and often the memory is brighter than the experience.
While pleasure is sensuous desire sought by those unafraid of sin. She is a jeweled, dark burgundy, velvet gown with a dangerous side slit exposing flashes of flesh. Pleasure is physical satisfaction and is sometimes cruel and base as nature. It’s a really good shit when you need it or the burn of ginger in a dark chocolate cake. Watching karma kick someone’s ass or the house of cards fall after you told them to use glue.
Joy is what I seek. The laughter through tears emotion. It’s doing good for someone for no reason and doing good for yourself at the same time. Joy is the old, fat goddess lifting her skirt above her waist and doing a bawdy dance to make the sun goddess come out of the cave. Joy doesn’t care if she is laughed at, life is to be lived and the sun must shine.
Pursuit
As Americans, we have the right to pursue happiness. Chase that flitting, delicate butterfly easily blown to ground. Happiness is a white lace dress, beautiful but neither practical nor durable. Easily torn and stained. As time goes on, happy becomes yellow and crumbles and often the memory is brighter than the experience.
While pleasure is sensuous desire sought by those unafraid of sin. She is a jeweled, dark burgundy, velvet gown with a dangerous side slit exposing flashes of flesh. Pleasure is physical satisfaction and is sometimes cruel and base as nature. It’s a really good shit when you need it or the burn of ginger in a dark chocolate cake. Watching karma kick someone’s ass or the house of cards fall after you told them to use glue.
Joy is what I seek. The laughter through tears emotion. It’s doing good for someone for no reason and doing good for yourself at the same time. Joy is the old, fat goddess lifting her skirt above her waist and doing a bawdy dance to make the sun goddess come out of the cave. Joy doesn’t care if she is laughed at, life is to be lived and the sun must shine.