Who Am I - I Am Happy P1

Who am I?

I am happyAm I a life to be tossed around in the waves of life’s sea until death?I am born I am used I die a death with no life behind me.I am forgotten.Who am I?I want to be the person I was born to be yet who is that person? Layered, covered endlessly painted by thoughts of others. Why would that be a right way to grow a man?I am a man yet I am lost in the thoughts of the mass. I want to love yet love evades me I want to succeed yet success evades me. Is mine life to become dust until it is blown into the wind to become no more than nothing? Each day I ponder the thoughts of what is next yet what is next is the following day. If I keep waiting for the following day that is another day spent. For every day I spend I own a day less on Earth. If am to leave this earth today I have not given my life to a purpose.Who am I?As I walk alone down the street into the town the same surrounds me. Maybe the same is life or maybe the same is living death? Are those that laugh and smile free from the restraint of thought? When I say thought I of course mean thought of any depth.A man creates a thought when he chooses his coffee yet choosing his coffee is rarely a thought of change. This is just a choice. I see faces drinking the same drink day in day out. Coffee talk, talk and coffee. They sit and laugh and smile and joke and talk about others day in day out, week after week, month after month yet I have to ask the question time and again; is this the life for this man.Who am I?I don’t want a life that is tossed around in the storms of life’s sea yet my life is probably to be the average life in time as almost any other. At the age I have arrived at I want my life back from this cruel place. I want to feel alive. I want to be alive. Yet I have to keep asking the question of who am i? If this is a question I can find the answer to not only will I reclaim my life I will discover a happiness that is lasting, that fills me and gives back to me.The Illusion Life has been sent to me as an illusion or perhaps a puzzle? The illusion is telling me something that isn’t a reality. The clever thing is how to work out if the illusion is an illusion? I am real, the wind is real, the sun in the sky is real yet am I living an illusion or living in or amongst an illusion? I am ordinary yet geniuses I do not know are asking to leave me, to break out to come to life, become alive, thrive and prosper within a mankind that withers whilst being blown from pillar to post. There is something very human about being human.Evolution you are a fool. A modern twist on an old thought. I am too human a human being to be labeled a product of chance.Chance you are what and who you are. Are you a risk a moment a nothing of any lasting value? Am I to give my life to chance and simply hope it’ll all work out fine?Who am I?Who is this man that sits at the window dreaming of better things. The very same man that walks along a busy street whilst living in a world of filled with loneliness? The very same person that asks endless asking questions. Prodding, provoking, antagonizing the mind into a better way. What is the way for man? What is the way for woman? Happiness are you hiding from me? I am coming to get you. You can be mine. You are mine. The deception of happiness is short yet they reality of happiness can be endless.Who is truly happy?Is happy the self-obsessed Instagram generation? A photo has become a manipulated moment that presents the viewer with a distorted view that carries illusion of what really isn’t but wants to be.A lone girl in her parents home with no job, no direction apart from the quest for more fans, followers and like to boost her significance on Erath. Her Erath is the size of her room. Her room is the result of a locked mind. The viewers see something that isn’t real. They see happiness, freedom, beauty supported by the carefree approach to living life. The reality is she works long hours, hates her job yet is committed to the weekly income. She has to wait for the perfect moment to take the photo. Her parents make noises; her brother comes in and out. At a later hour she will remove and place her now studio to perfection. 101 shots later she chooses the perfect shot to load online. The illusion is captured into a microsecond. A microsecond of deception playing the game of following the mass, doing what mind wants yet the human hasn’t achieved. The only price to be paid back is the like and followers. Yet when can this lead? Even youth fades when young become old. I don’t want that in my life. I am human. I want more. I need more Happiness is coming to me.Who am I?And there is sex. Sex of course is ex. Everybody wants it but not everybody gets it. It has been sold a masterful deception. Sex has become the new entertainment. Take what you like, eat what you like, and share what you like. Yet it is more isn’t it? Sex as an act carries a feeling and an emotion yet it also carries what we cannot see. The chemicals that bind, entwine, wrap themselves around and become so connected in a moment that the emotion of pulling them apart can lead another to their death. Sex is an attachment yet the mass are sold the story of sex as a takeaway meal. You don’t have to enjoy it as long as you’ve eaten something. Isn’t it a reality that if we eat the wrong anything.Then there is the disease of course. No one really talks about the disease yet it is very real. If you get it you can take a pill for that. It’s fine. Is it fine? Is it happiness giving away our all for a moment of desperate addiction that has been created by the mass for the mess? Addiction rebranded as pleasure. Pleasure is for all men, no one should be held back from pleasure. History is being ignored. This isn’t new, obsession over sex isn’t new; history is full of sexual periods that led nowhere. That can lead you to nowhere. I am a man that is to stay as a man and refuse to sell myself as an object to be used for a moment of pleasure that isn’t pleasurable beyond that moment. Sex is everywhere. Sex has always been everywhere yet as a moment of pure beauty, transcendence and love has it been degraded to the same level anything else that is done to fill a moment or two? Sex between two strangers is singular never shared. The act between strangers can only be about the fulfillment of each individuals needs at the point rather than an act of giving and sharing. Stimulation, ruination designed to addict and control the uncontrolled. There must be more to this than this!Who am I?I am happy. TV life Who am I? I sit. I walk. I think. I observe. I hear others talking about the momentary lives of others that are sold on TV as the ideal. I am also shown more than openly the lives of those that are reframed as stars for the instant generation. They live lives that can easily hold us in a moment of breath yet are they living lives that are stable, filled and happy? Sex, drugs, divorce, greed and loss is a pattern. Even the beauty fades despite being held up with needle delivered shot of youth. Who are they? What are they? Happy in the public eye yet happy at home, behind a door? They are paraded on TV at the lowest level yet aimed at the mass.The mass watch with anticipation of slander or hopeful of a sexual moment captured into history for another TV moment. The mass take in and the mass talk about those that are held as ideal as real celebrity. Celebrity comes from the word celebration. Are we to really celebrate the life of those whilst ignoring those that should be celebrated?Who am I?I sit. I am still. I think. I reason. History has given me my answers all I need to do is find history for my own life.I sit. I am still. I think. I reason. History has given me my answers all I need to do is find history for my own life.

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