Masochist in the Making:
Being happy is great. It's the best. In spurts.
You see, an all time high is no high at all. There's no sense of 'reward' or 'achievement'. The thing that makes 'happy' so good is ironically it's elusivity. Being happy isn't conscious, so being happy isn't registered.
That's why given a choice between happiness and relief, I'd choose relief.
I don't like happy. I want to feel the weight of the world roll off my aching shoulders because the soreness feels so good.
'Happy' isn't a natural state. It's a fleeting glimpse of a seeming eternity. But who wants an eternity of misery? And what's the point of life without it's constant surge of hurdles?
And if not merely survive- tell me what to do. I'm an ignorant- a fool. Still, I'd better add that I love my foolish purpose.
My escape is my obsession; not my awaited introduction to safety.
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The Ramblings of A Lunatic
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