The Problem with your Happiness

I want to be happy. 

Is that too much to ask for? 

Do I need the unnecessary things?

The fluff, as I call it. 

You might not see it that way. 

To you, the fluff is a necessary part of life. 

Simply by being, we take part in the rat race. 

Collect as many pieces of paper before you die and you win. 

But imagine this.

A farmer trains his cattle to produce more product and gives them rewards for doing so. 

What sort of life is that? servitude, servitude, servitude. 

I don't want that. I want to be free. 

To graze on the fountain of life, not regret my life in search of one for youth. 

But to use my youth in search of the meaning behind the fountain itself. 

What is about youth that we desire?

Do we wish to go back and make right of wrong? 

Are we unhappy of the outcomes we brought upon ourselves? 

what if I were to tell you that that fountain is not real. 

Would you stop searching? or is the search for such things the one thought that gives your life meaning. 

Your miserable, lousy, unnecessary life wants meaning? are you that ignorant you think you deserve better. 

you go to bed with your dogmas. You tell others you want to be happy. Yet you live a life of haves, or better: have nots, and you forget about being free.