In life you will find question many of which do indeed have answers, that will never reveal themselves in your life time or mine. which leads me to always questioning the nature of an emotion, which only leads to a never ending slew of more questions. I wrote this because I feel like I may possibly be happy right now, I’m just not sure what is happiness and whats just a by product of happiness probably never will I’m not sure its really definable in a way that would be satisfactory to humanity as a whole as it is properly abstract and intangible. I wounder how many of us still feel an overwhelming need to have it defined in a truly believable way before they themselves can believe they are happy.
Is the nature of happiness to always be questioning weather you are happy? I think I may be happy but honestly, I am unsure about exactly what is happiness. where the fuck do you come from happiness? what are you? are you this warm feeling the wells up inside me every time I look into my dogs eyes and he gives me this funny dog smile that frankly could be the dog version of back the fuck off don’t know I’m crazy, for all I really know about dog behavior? I’m not sure that is you at all, I mean it might be your by product a reoccurring symptom of you happiness.
I know you’re not contentment because that is it own area, but you may be a symptom yourself of contentment. So level with me what the fuck are you exactly because I feel like happiness is something I may have, but despite all the contentment, good times, and well wishes, outside of all that what the fuck are you happiness but I’m told you’re something I should have and I feel like I do but I can’t pin point anything about what happiness really is. Why happiness must you be so damn frustrating?