The Illusion of Happiness For us mortals’ happiness remained just an echo sprung out from the well of our subconscious often when we hear footsteps of bubbling convoys passes by. These convoys carry commodities of centuries in the form of stories, paintings, songs, discoveries, inventions and philosophies to let our grounded and scorched souls remind of what seed we carry in ourselves. The seed of humanity and the greater truth and the loneliness of a sentient and willful creation placed amidst in the universe standing on strict principals of balance and obedience. We presume that heavens are for happiness and hells are for suffering. We think happiness is a condition that can be achieved or a dream that can be lived or for instance a feeling that can be kept. We assume that It comes with beauty, or success or inner peace maybe and taken away by misery and pathos and death from one form to another. We keep our souls busy in search of it by putting ourselves in every pleasure possible on mind, body or spiritual level. In this we fail to know the scheming of the biggest contriver of the defeat of our soul. He is the one who challenged the creator for indulging us into the false association of everything including happiness to show the rest of the creation the enduringness of our darker side which was revealed and known to all from the time of our creation. He thinks he can win over us by keeping us intact to our desires to remain in our own shells of happiness to attain what our hearts desires and soul yearns for. Here we live in the illusion of happiness where we forget that we were created to handle the balance not just to bear it. We brought into being from nothingness not to live in deep wells of subconscious and be satisfied on the echoes of the convoys we came to hear. We are here to spread the wings of happiness, purposefully built in within ourselves to come out from the wells of our falsification of self and bring forth the real us …. The ones with compassion, kindness and self- esteem shaping in perfection the most gifted creation of the most powerful creator and to become part of these immortal convoys for the times to come. Annie Ali Painting By James Christensen
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