The most happiness

              Pshh, the Pursuit of Happiness. What a vague thing to say in the constitution yet it is precise in life. The efforts paid does not equal to the result or happiness in return. The meaning of living is not the final status of one’s life but the progress of chasing for happiness is. How pathetic, happiness does not come until one reaches self-actualization. In prior order to be in that status, one has to possess needs in category of physiological, safety, love/belonging, and esteem as in Maslow’s hierarchy of needs. The examples of self-actualization are morality, creativity, spontaneity, problem solving, lack of prejudice, and acceptance of facts. However, not everyone is able to or needs to reach this type of happiness. In other words, pursuit of happiness is an individual’s beauty. The persuading for happiness became generalized. The average of happiness in America remains below esteem measure. Writing the pursuit of happiness into the constitution is seeing all as one. It is true that no individual can live and grow up by oneself, but persuading of different dreams is what makes an individual unique. Americans distort their path of living and catch up other people’s steps. Everybody admires Bill Gates instead of themselves. Definition of beauty has redefined from inner to external. Believes have been set up primitively fails to adapt this change. Lies, cheats, and dishonesties dominate the society. The dashing progress of developments leaves us no time to locate ourselves. Therefore, we see other people to be aware of the environment. Who do we live for? Ourselves or others? Of course ourselves. Once we realized that the other aspects of ourselves do not match with the primitive logical meaning of life, so we understand that we actually live for others but think of ourselves. People become awfully selfish, corrupted, and brutal. People can no longer be who they are, and who they are is defined by others. In this case, happiness is easily forged, and the invisible blinks are covered up everyone’s eyes. The desire for lust, fame and power becomes everyone’s goal to life which leads crimes and disorders. Chaos is implemented by individuals’ heart, so are peace and love. Even though heart is often blinded and confused, what cannot be cheated is the fact of being alive. Smile and cry has the same meaning; the most happiness is granted only by oneself not from family members, friends, lovers or any other person. You define your life not others.

E una bella giornata, vero?

Clouds finally vanished. Sun is shined with glorious love. Finally I understood why histories are buried under ground. Forcefully I stepped on the road and smile. Only I remained in this world. Love came and left; Knowledge learnt and changed. What stayed is the lonely soul that witnesses the progress of life. Isn’t it? There is no ultimate truth. Logics are created by human beings.  One plus one does not have to equal to two or anything. Existence is just a fact. It is human who connects them together to fulfill their psychological needs. We want to find patterns about the universe to prevent tragedy. However, no matter how hard we try, fact never changes. We can only cause tragedy to learn. Having logics lose its meaning. What is the meaning of our existence? The human body is consisted of water, carbon and few minerals. We proved that is not how much each person worths along with the course of humanity. However, who created or who can judge one’s value? Nothing is existed and nothing is everything. What comes to you is just a fact. It is predestined by the so called god. However, everything is going nowhere. Our existence does not matter to anything. Values are only made by our hearts. Equal signs in math did and do prove a neglect percentage of the world. Out of paper, in real life, nothing is absolutely equal. Effort paid and nothing returns. Should we just go with the flow and die without meaning? Does it even matter if anything has a meaning to us? Time fails if one dies. What does a person want in his limited period of time?  Is it a good day? Who defines a good day? Is it a sweating person in desert or a frozen person at North Pole? Meaning changes and fact stays. Nothing is universal meaningful. Definitions of good and evil are evaluated by you and only you, but isn’t that enough? Is it?

Isolation

It was warm in New York.
Without intentional reminiscing,
Ramification is nullified.
We are people from different world.
Rome once played harsh on the fragile soul.
Love turns into a running firework.
Path subdues the fabric fate.
What is set can not be refitted.
Dishonesty is rescued from the modified abyss.
Joy lasts forever?
Joy brings me selfishness.
Joy means life?
Joy leads hatred and war.
How to love a person?
Lies win the heart.
How to love myself?
Re-shine as a volatile star.

Is it going to be a new sun?

Closed my eyes, standing on the horizon facing west and recapitulating,
This was not deadly; paradise was brightened, lovely and extraordinary.
Jungle was surrounding me; Waterfall was surprising me;
Animal was cheering me; the sun was upon me.
Suddenly,
I open my eyes, standing in the desert facing west and realizing,
This is deadly; paradise is temporary, ephemeral and fugitive.
Rocks ambush me in the mountains; dusts swift my face with cuts;
Creatures seem never existed; the sun went to another side of the planet.
Hoping,
I pace my steps toward west; tears project the memories of Eva.
I follow the shrinking shine from eclipse; I walk; I run; I chase.
The sky connects the ground; world is silent and dark.
Strength is lost; breathe is exhausted; joy and sun met.
Understanding,
They convinced me to go east; so I did.
Walking backwards and expecting a tripping stone,
Heart beats warmer but air gets colder. Horizon never changes.
Everything is getting further, so does how I feel about my sun.
Hold on! Wait a minute!
I lift my wrist and read my watch. I am only 19!
I turned around and marched toward east.
I saw my soul waiting, standing, and staring at me while I’m walking closer in the way,
I said, sun is going to raise in that direction; I pointed finger to east.
Soul asked, “is it the same sun?”
I ignored the question. “Life will come again.”
“Is there a star taking care of the sun?”
“Yes. Her gravitation is strong.”
“Ok.” My soul turned around and tread with me on the bumpy deadly road.

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