Always searching for something that will last for eternity – be it youth, love, or happiness, is the new popular perception, but it isn’t necessarily true. When you’re 22 and living in this esoteric sort of depression, comprehending the fact that our skin will not have the same glow as our Instagram pictures is necessary and it is something that does linger in the back of our brains continuously. We write poetry for our loved ones thinking that the words scribbled on toilet papers will prolong time and will be dug out like the Mayan calendar and we would receive a posthumous Pulitzer, but it ends up being thrown in the washing machine alongside our dirty drawers.
This is the concept that is simple to understand yet, hard enough to face. People have it planted in their minds that happiness is not everlasting, so why is that we are always searching to do something that we will be able to do forever? If the movies have taught me anything, it is that humans are just tiny dots on this endless timeline, so how can we expect to do something that will transcend every fibre of this conditioned being? “Society tells us this” is a common comeback, but, doesn’t society also tell us to be ourselves? Is it actually you who is happy after slaving for 8 hours everyday (more these days) and comes back to be scolded by your Kryptonite because you didn’t get the milk along with the eggs or is the real person the one who shrivels under blankets every morning trying to fade the noise of the alarm?
This practise is hard to – well- practise, but given the nature of this fast paced being, it is something that needs to be understood. Let your parents think that your degrees will amount to happiness later on, what about the now? What about the times when you’re pissed drunk on a roadside trying to find God and talking to him in tree barks while pissing? Is this what happiness takes or is it what we think it takes?
The lines are blurry and I’m trying to figure it out myself, it is proper hard to smile sometimes, maybe because I, myself am looking to smile twenty years from now with my wife and my kids, while in the other room my kids write these same words, pretending to be unfazed by this seemingly subjective way of living that has now become a cultural calamity.
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