Hunting Happiness

Living in the right mind is hardest when you try forcing it. Writing in same mood is even worse, so tonight I am here, lost in my emptiness, trying to understand why or how, maybe what is responsible for the way I feel.

Happiness drifted too far  tonight, it’s like watching your own game been played in an empty stadium, no fan, no one to scream and cheer you up so you lost for every time you try to find your
path, that path that leads to a joyful state. That awkward moment you feel caught up in a mess and you have just yourself to deal. So walking out of your mood only drags you deeper into that pit covered in depression, left to wonder what next to do, shuffling through moments in your mind hoping to find something to cheer the time, but this time not even sounds of music that once provoked the party in you could do you well. That moment when you try to play your favorite movie but the actors seems to bore you the more or you just got to realize that killer movie you were always crazy about just turned a low budget movie.

That moment when your inner self pant for nothing but joy, so you go through your phone a million times trying to find that one person other than the regular to just call and keep your mind off the presenting issues. True they say life is full of ups and downs but I chose to see life like a staircase, one time you are at the bottom of the stairs wanting to enjoy the view from the top, the next minute the top seems too ordinary and you start finding joy in something else.

Life gets too ordinary and less attractive you some try to make fun out of nothing, finding joy in strange places and time. Like a scene from a pub. That someone whom was trying to drown his sorrow in a pool filled alcohol. the guy next table praying to get that girl drunk for the night. Or perhaps that gentle man over at the bar trying to relax from a stressful day at work. It’s really strange what we can do for happiness, strange the length one can consider when it comes to keeping happiness a friend.

We all are hunters, in search for a bigger kill, hunting for happiness not minding if our happy state would trigger the pain in another man. We are all hunting for joy, but depression, deceit, frustration from trying too hard, failed plans and so much more seems to get on our way as we hunt for perfection.

Tonight I chose to stand above all possible distractions keep my sole tied to a spot; I chose to do good for myself by hunting deep for happiness. Don’t know about you but it all boils down to one thing at the end of the tunnel, we all deserves to be happy, irrespective of what condition kept us down.