Happiness ?
What does it actually mean ? I can't fully grasp the meaning of the word , the simplicity it portrays . Happiness was once merely a term when I was younger . Where we kids were the good guys , the heroes . And where homework and teachers who give them were the antagonists , the enemy . Happiness was when we finished our homework , or learnt how to ride our bikes . Happiness was when we our parents showered us with praises , and gave us hugs and kisses at night .
But still , the meaning of it lingers in my head .
Our immature adolescence cause our comprehension of the easiest words to become hazy and disrupted . A word doesn't carry a meaning , but a few thousand faces to it . We realize that our world is no longer as simple as telling red and blue apart . Everything becomes a splash of purple , everything is diferent and no longer as straight forward as it used to be . Our dreams are no longer about happiness . It is convoluted and complex , sick and twisted .
At some point , maybe we accept a dream has become a nightmare . We tell ourselves the reality is better . We convince ourselves that we never dreamt at all . But the strongest of us , the determined of us , holds on to the dreams . Sometimes , we find ourselves faced with a fresh dream we never considered . We awake to find ourselves against all odd , feeling hopeful . And if were lucky , we realize that in the face of life , the best dream , is having to dream at all .
Dreams are the keys to happiness . The dreams that do not die when our eyes are open , and linger on for a moment or two . The dreams that don't wake us up feeling cold and empty , betrayed of all warm emotions .
The dreams that makes us feel completely , utterly blissful .
Nicole (:
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