Happiness

Maybe the most illusive feeling, certainly the most sought after, and possibly the most misunderstood achievement. Happiness is subjective as fuck. All of us have a memory of happiness but few of us know how to find it. It sometimes feels like dumb luck. Your doing nothing in particular or find yourself no where special but suddenly you become aware of feeling happy.

It seems the harder we work towards achieving our idea of happiness the harder it is to grasp. But why do we hold happiness on a pedestal. Why are we so dependent on it yet we do everything in our power to resist it organically happening? Happiness is…being alive, living life, and all the bullshit in between the moments where memories of good times live like slideshow in our heads. Happiness is always one thought away.