To Kahlil Gibran:
Happiness is a myth we seek,
If manifested surely irks;
Like river speeding to the plain,
On its arrival slows and murks.
For man is happy only in
His aspiration to the heights;
When he attains his goal, he cools
And longs for other distant flights.
My, oh my, I wish I can articulate my thoughts like that hmmm whatta knack! Seriously, I concur to what he means and now I don’t wonder why there are so many unhappy people in this world.
Most of us are like hunters in a magnificent forest. We are apt to put so much effort in the chasing. So focused on our target that we normally miss to stop and smell the fragrant flowers; or fail to notice the colorful trees; neglect to hear the music of the chirping birds; forget to appreciate neither the clean air we breathe nor the abundance of stream that quenches our thirst and gives life to the forest.
If truth to be told, maybe we’ve missed a great deal already all these years. We don’t know for sure…not until we correct our disposition and our perception on the matter.
Haaayyyy, I’m sooo mortified …but it’s never too late anyway =D
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