My life has become, solely, a menagerie of lists. Lists of things I will never accomplish. Goals I will never follow through with. Things I'll want but never have. And if I do manage to check even one thing off the list, the list hasn't yet been dented. So often do I think of all the possibilities. It's what keeps me going... the unknown, the possible and impossible, fact and fiction. Where does it all lead? Happiness? A sense of fulfillment because I've done my duties for the day? I want to blame it on pure rebellion. Feeling the need to not be so much like everyone else. For fear of loneliness, blankness, and just plain unhappiness. I'm under the impression that people that have accomplished their goals and daily tasks are yet unfulfilled, but the lesser peoples of the human race who have the inability to perform such duties, where are they? In small one bedroom apartments with loud neighbors and sirens beyond their dirt covered walls, are they the ones who are happy? It wouldn't seem so. But what I'm trying to figure out is, what is happiness- really? And where has it been hiding?
People have always been curious creatures. Always looking for answers to solve all our problems. But the real answer is, there is no conclusion, it will never be done. There aren't enough answers to even satisfy, and if there were- human beings wouldn't be able to comprehend them. The first step to all knowing, is knowing and accepting the fact that there is just simply too much out there. "For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction." At least someone knew that much. But there will always be problems and not enough answers. All we can do is enjoy the hunt. Our list will never be finished, and in that sense, we will be unfulfilled, but it is the search and the things we come into contact with along the way that make the ride worth more than checking off everything on that list. Everything will come together eventually. And once we let it come together within ourselves, we will feel that sense of fulfillment.
People have always been curious creatures. Always looking for answers to solve all our problems. But the real answer is, there is no conclusion, it will never be done. There aren't enough answers to even satisfy, and if there were- human beings wouldn't be able to comprehend them. The first step to all knowing, is knowing and accepting the fact that there is just simply too much out there. "For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction." At least someone knew that much. But there will always be problems and not enough answers. All we can do is enjoy the hunt. Our list will never be finished, and in that sense, we will be unfulfilled, but it is the search and the things we come into contact with along the way that make the ride worth more than checking off everything on that list. Everything will come together eventually. And once we let it come together within ourselves, we will feel that sense of fulfillment.
Happiness.
