What are you doing alone at night?
What are you alike?
Do you dare see yourself?
Can you cry without being sad?
A whole world is watching.
Begging you…
(Can you cry for me?)
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(Free?) happiness…
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?
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Happiness. Unattainable happiness.
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…
Poetic Philosophy 