What is happiness? Is happiness the pursuit in life? If happiness had a form, what would it look like?
The masses of people yearn for a gentle world, one free from trouble, problems, malice, violence, the death of the sun, the rising of seas, cosmic collisions, weakening vocal cords and the death of words.
My deteriorating eyesight makes it harder for me to see and appreciate what could already be, for me a gentle world. My vocabulary is not capable and probably never will be capable of knowing, recognising, and communicating everything that can be humanly experienced and felt. Everyday, it feels like a resplendent whiteness, like the sun shining through the clouds is keeping me from being able to experience the world with my eyes and express my thoughts through a voice. The privilege of words were not given to me in order to conceal my thoughts.
So for me, happiness might be something like glass, because one doesn't notice it normally. However, it is actually there. As proof, if you change the angle you look at it, the class will reflect light. It will state its presence and existence more eloquently than any other thing in this world.
The gentle world is so close, even if it is tainted by fake memories, it still possesses a transparent, glass colour. Always, forever and ever...
Goodbye, Horses.
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