posted on Mar, 13 2016 @ 11:15 AM
What is it that keeps me alive in a society?
I look out the window and see all the joyful people walking around the city pavement.. What keeps them happy? Is it a common culture?
If i move myself a couple of miles away, the culture changes.. They also have smile on their face, what keeps them happy?
I hear the church bells, it's a Sunday mass.. I moved myself closer and into the Church.. I looked around, they were all so very happy..
I walked around for hours on a cold Sunday, looking for a sad face. A face that was truly hurting, it seemed so strange, almost like a fairytale..
Even the beggars smiled, even though they had so little.. I saw rats, dogs, cats even birds singing.. So i walked to the shore and saw the ducks. I
sat down on a porch, and saw each and everyone of them coming towards me, they were also happy.. Everywhere i looked i didnt see someone or something
hurt.. So i moved home, thinking, well life maybe is just a happy state.. And moved pass the grocery store, i stopped and looked.. The beggars were
offered food, the rats ate the crumbs, the cats ate the well feed rats.. And i saw where the happiness came from, i saw them all flock to this single
point.. So this is joy, this single place; i thought to myself.. And i realized the difference between being happy and unhappy is something in the