I wish I were a Penguin
We're all such sad people. I try to wrap my mind around it but I just can't. Why are we so sad? What is wrong with us? You can look into anyone's eyes and see sadness. I try to figure it out. Why and where it comes from but Ill never truly know. What is it that doesn't let us just be happy. Why are we such intricate beings? I wish I was a dog or an ant. Maybe a mosquito, there life spans are about a day. How much sadness could they really feel in a day? I'd be happy to be alive. Why can't we all just feel that way? I'd like to cure sadness, not just in me but in everyone. Everyone I love, everyone I pass on the street, everyone I hate. There is that saying: you need the sad times to appreciate the happy times. It seems to me that b.c of the bad times people never seem to be truly happy. Always caught up in the past sad moments. We're happy maybe at moments but not for extended periods of time. There is always something missing. Something can always make it better. The whole thing is confusing and makes no sense. Its like the only way I understand it is on some kind of hallucinogen and once the high is gone so are the answers. I'm looking for answers. Something logical. What makes us this way? Is it nature or nurture? Where can I find these answers? Does anyone out there know? Is life really sad moments with seldom happy times? This can't be it.