Just... enough of happiness. Its excess creates a sadness of its absence in my life. Its abundance makes it redundant, and I don't wish to inflict this fate upon something so precious.
But how do I move away from the sadness, when my body inches towards the happy? Is the sadness of fighting the instinctive desire to be happy worth less than the sadness arising out of absence of happiness? If sadness is all I have to suffer, wouldn't it be better to be happy and then to suffer so as to coat myself in my own comfort?
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