R U Happy ?

So, according to you, no one is happy?”

“Some people appear to be happy, but they simply don’t give the matter much thought. Others make plans: I’m going to have a husband, a home, two children, a house in the country. As long as they’re busy doing that, they’re like bulls looking for the bullfighter: they react instinctively, they blunder on, with no idea where the target is. They get their car, sometimes they even get a Ferrari, and they think that’s the meaning of life, and they never question it. Yet their eyes betray the sadness that even they don’t know they carry in their soul. Are you happy?”

“I don’t know.”

“I don’t know if everyone is unhappy. I know they’re all busy: working overtime, worrying about their children, their husband, their career, their degree, what they’re going to do tomorrow, what they need to buy, what they need to have in order not to feel inferior, etc. Very few people actually say to me: ‘I’m unhappy.’ Most say: ‘I’m fine, I’ve got everything I ever wanted.’ Then I ask: ‘What makes you happy?’ Answer: ‘I’ve got everything a person could possibly want—a family, a home, work, good health.’ I ask again: ‘Have you ever stopped to wonder if that’s all there is to life?’ Answer: ‘Yes, that’s all there is.’ I insist: ‘So the meaning of life is work, family, children who will grow up and leave you, a wife or husband who will become more like a friend than a real lover. And, of course, one day your work will end too. What will you do when that happens?’ Answer: There is no answer. They change the subject.”

“No, what they say is: ‘When the children have grown up, when my husband—or my wife—has become more my friend than my passionate lover, when I retire, then I’ll have time to do what I always wanted to do: travel.’ Question: ‘But didn’t you say you were happy now? Aren’t you already doing what you always wanted to do?’ Then they say they’re very busy and change the subject.”

“If I insist, they always do come up with something they’re lacking. The businessman hasn’t yet closed the deal he wanted, the housewife would like to have more independence and more money, the boy who’s in love is afraid of losing his girlfriend, the new graduate wonders if he chose his career or if it was chosen for him, the dentist wanted to be a singer, the singer wanted to be a politician, the politician wanted to be a writer, the writer wanted to be a farmer. And even when I did meet someone who was doing what he had chosen to do, that person’s soul was still in torment. He hadn’t found peace yet either.

So I’ll ask you again: ‘Are you happy?’”

~ Taken from The Zahir: A Novel of Obession By PAULO COELHO ~

Cry

I guess we are having one of those fights again, where someone gets mad for saying something and eventually we make up, regretting everything that we have said and done. But somehow this feels different. It’s not like before, I guess for the first time, you were different.

Different, cause you don’t act this way often. Cause you were the one who always try to patch things up in the end, although it was my fault all along. But today it’s different. I kind of feel that you want to leave or you are just fed up of me. I know that I have given you a million reasons to do so.

Maybe you changed or maybe I did it on purpose so that you would change.
I know that I have changed somehow during the past couple of months. I guess something shattered inside of me and you are trying so hard to put the pieces back together. You don’t deserve this. You deserve someone better, someone worthy, someone who could love you and treat you right. Not someone like me, an opportunist, who tries to take advantage of every situation.

I know for sure that there is someone out there, waiting, just for you. Someone who doesn’t make you cry. You have become sick cause of me, the migraines that you keep getting every night, that’s because I come up with something to make you cry. I guess I am an expert at making people cry.

Forgiveness

Forgiveness is never easy. Bitterness is easy, Hatred is easy. But forgiveness, that is a tough one. Sometimes people say things they don't mean or do things they can't take back. Sometimes we do things we can't take back. We're all afraid of something. I was afraid, i was dying. But in the face of great despair, i had an epiphany ... What i have done is who i am. But what i have done is not who i will be. Its been nearly 26,297,438.3 seconds 7 304.84397 hours, 10 months and 23 days Since i realized what i have done is not who i can be. Unburden yourself from the mistakes of the past. And when you do, your heart grows stronger, i should know. Mine was supposed to go out a long time ago. But it doesn't mean that what you have done is forgotten and what you have done remembers.