What is happiness?
What is happiness?
A longing completed?
A fleeting sense of fulfillment?
Or just an illusion?
We all say we want to be happy but what does that entail?
We work towards finishing something, doing something,
Just to make our mind feel good?
What is our end goal of all of it?
Keep working to take drags of this state of bliss?
As humans we strive towards reaching a point of self-fulfillment,
A state that many seem to classify as eternal happiness,
But why can we only seemingly achieve that in action?
Why is it so hard to keep ourselves in a state of contentment and just do for the sake of doing?
Many accept freedom as a prerequisite to happiness,
As how can you be happy if you are not free?
But can we truly have both at the same time?
If our happiness depends on a construct in our mind,
Then are we not bound by the rules we set ourselves?
And if happiness is within us then why does it require payment to channel it?
Why are we in debt with ourselves?
It’s something that I like to think about,
As a bigger exploration of why we lead our lives like we do.
Maybe this is just something the enlightened ones know,
Since they are happy through every high and every low.
Other thoughts and poems I have written:
Thanks,
Daivik Goel
