I Am The Walrus

“I just want to be happy”. This is why people always get disappointed with their lives. They have the most unreachable of all goals. Being happy.

I was writing in my journal the other day and I tried to recount the happy moments of my life. And somehow, I couldn’t help but also be reminded of the sad or tragic moments that occurred after. Right after. There’s always something.

And this cruel cycle of happy moments preceding sad moments made me what I am — a skeptic.

Like last week. I found myself happy. For no reason at all. I was going back to the same job I’ve been doing for almost eight years. I was going to take the same route to work. Eat the same food. Deal with the same people. There was nothing different in my world (well, I did get new pens. Maybe that was it) and yet I was frigging happy. And I just had to take a step back and stop myself. Something bad’s about to happen.

And it did.

People shouldn’t strive for happiness. People should strive for peace. Peace is when it’s war outside and it’s the end of human kind and you’re sitting in a corner of your room, not caring.

Do you become peaceful or do you become numb?