Have you ever had a moment in life when happiness was a default emotional setting, for a moment in your life, for a very short period of your existence, when all you looked forward to was the sunrise, smelling the fresh scent of morning dew waft through your nose and fill your lungs. When you looked forward to hearing the birds chirp merrily…and for a second you felt free, you felt as if you woke up with wings, wings wide enough to cast a shadow over your fears, over your blemishes and dark secrets. Wings long enough to soar you past your limits, past your failures,to new heights unimaginable.
Then, just as sudden as the burst of happiness suffices, its taken. No. Snatched. Grabbed from your possession. And you are left empty. Confused. Angry. Angry at yourself. Angry at your vulnerability. Angry at the world. Angry at every bit of happiness to ever exist.
Your crime? Loving your wings too much. Jealously guarding your new found freedom. And trying to get into good graces with the giver of your freedom. The goddess; who saw a caged bird and let it free; who healed your broken will and mended your punctured soul; who nurtured your heart until it blossomed.
The same goddess who showed you mercy, and kindness, and love, is the same goddess who showers you with spite, anger and violence, with hate.
She makes you a prisoner to your own heart. To your own cravings. To your desires and lusts. And you long to feel free again. You long to soar once more. You long to feel mortal and indestructible. You long to have a moment with your goddess, look at her, touch her, feel her breath upon your face.
But she stands high before you. Like a master to his slave. Surrounded by walls so high. Guarded by her principles and morals, and a noble name. You call out her name, hoping to feel the warmth of her smile on your face. But dreams are meant to be dreamt, and your reality haunts you to the very last. All she does is turn away, GIVING UP; as the bird she once let free withers and fails.
These moments are never meant to last. But funny enough they do. These moments are meant to make you learn, but you still make the same mistakes over and over again. Yes. We all do. Because we are weak. And vulnerable. That’s just how we are, no matter how strongly you may deny it.
Yes. Of course. Happiness is a choice. Optimism is a virtue. But what do we do when we are not happy. When we are not optimistic. When life gives you lemons, but you don’t know how to make lemonade. What do we do then……?
Please give me an answer if you can.