Like I said in one of my previous posts, happiness belongs to kids. Growing up, growing older, they take a big toll on our outlooks. We may say we are becoming wiser, more mature, but in reality we’re just getting more cautious, more jaded, more cynical. Sad but true. Pure, unadultered happiness is but a pipe dream. Only snatches are possible. Pieces and fragments like sunshine reflected off the shards of a broken mirror. Only teasing the senses. But never quite filling the hunger.
The only thing that’s real is pain.