Happiness is such a wonderful thing indeed..
I've been searching for it for a long time, many times I mistook simple excitement for happiness. There was only one, just one time when I had a glimpse of it, the real thing. It was there in front of me, but I couldn't grab it, I couldn't make it mine, like trying to open a locked door that has no key to it.
I'm starting to hate, really hate, everyone, everything, because everything is so unpredictable, everything can turn upside down with just a snap of a finger. It's so easy, to destroy something built through hard work. It's so easy to hate, and so difficult to be happy, so easy to give up, so difficult to keep at it until you make it there.
The irony is that I'm the kind of guy, or was at least, I'm not sure anymore, who wouldn't give up no matter what. I've moved through this life like a train, I never stopped at anything, went past many obstacles. But then you get tired, the balance weakens, you lose sight of why you do it, why you keep going. My "motivation" was that sooner or later it would happen, something really good will happen, but that something passed by me many times, as if it's not meant to be. I hate this broken world, I really do.
Wouldn't it be easier to just let it all go? To destroy everything and let everything you try to keep out, flood in and let it be?