The want for
happiness? Well, yes and no. Sure, I would like happiness, but without a
conclusion as its celebratory means of delivery. I would want the expression of
an unidentifiable happiness. A happiness that others experience around me but
not as the oddity of happiness that others take note of as separate from them.
How about a happiness that exists for no reasons, or a happiness without events
of causation. I want a happiness without the surround of results, a happiness
undisturbed by any one’s actions but broadly soothing in unimpressive ways. A
happiness as my lantern of light for seeing into the moment, yes. A happiness
that living plants immediately notice with response. I want a happiness that
neither intrudes nor avoids the lessons of life. Not a happiness that was the
product of a search, but a happiness without superlatives or need for
engagement. At least a happiness that feeds as much as it dines, a happiness
without discovery. I want a happiness without contentment, gladness,
cheerfulness expressing, the response to a delight, and without any
exhilaration of mood. But most of all, I want a happiness that possibly meets
up with the secret wisdom of joyless joy and no mention made of it to any one
else or even to me . . .
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