Sitting by the river.
Letting the wind whisper songs from far away.
Doing nothing.
No analysis. No plans. No action.
Just acceptance. Thinking of nothing.
No hate. No love. No enviousness.
Just acceptance.
Of yourself. Of others.
Of the cosmos itself.
Happiness does seem to come for free.
(Are you willing to die?)
What could be more expensive than that?
Happiness.
The goal of all humans.
We strive so hard to attain it that we forget that we will one day lose it. And on that day the whole world will look darker. And the rain will fall.
And we will cry.
And the only thing that will keep us alive, will not be happiness or the promise of a smile. But someone who will hold our hand and cry…
Being the same.
Being different.
At the end, if you look really close, you will find that everything is different from everything else. And in such a cosmos, full of chaos and change, there would be nothing to see.
Nothing to feel or think of.
In such a cosmos all you could do is create new things.
Or destroy everything that there is.
How weird.
(Aren’t you scared?)
Everything has already been…
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