Conversations with an unidentified feeling

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?

 

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Published by: mitch fourtwenty

I write fiction, do street art, used to paint trains but that's really hard when your old, they just always seemed so dull and NY had better trains then we did with more color so i always liked throwing paint at my trains, I have one main blog which is my idea board which you are probably free to steel from just don't let me catch you with my more professional lawyers, I was depressed at one point in life because people kept pointing out i was different then them thanks, I guess i am, I don't fit in anywhere particular but I'm pretty happy because it seems like instead i fit in everywhere. I occasionally use grape vines to talk at some people, which are slow but un hack-able, I'm also my own medical researcher and a host of other nifty job titles i don't mind doing for myself it makes me happier each day! I am intelligent to the point where i'm hyper curious about things so i tend to ask alot of question about stuff if peole dont piss on me for having the super human ability of curiosity which keeps me learning despite a system that turned its back on me long ago, I still survive and write, one day i might go public but considering I'm probably wanted in my home town and don't even know it because i never got caught i don't often clue people in on who i am on earth, on the inter webs. while i have many masks that may seems scary even to some people I'm genuinely just a man making his community a better place to live for everyone he talks to that ever had a sad story who erased my metal ass face? I liked my metal face?

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