The blue iris daintily opened its petals letting the dawn dew lie down on its corolla.
The fineness of the flower and the sparks of the early light on the purity of the soft tears from heaven attracted a splash of color in a butterfly costume; it landed softly on the clean surface and moved its wings slowly as if trying to comfort the florescence.
Gently Butterfly unfolded its tongue shyly caressing the inner chalice causing a quivering of pollen avid pistils.
While Butterfly quaffed the nectar, the stamens shudder in harmony throwing a fertile cloud over the carpel giving birth to a new generation.
Then in silence as it came, Butterfly flew away satisfied, while the corolla was left nodding softly an appreciative symbiosis...
I met this boy from Mongolia,
Who bought a bouquet of magnolia,
To regale his little girlfriend,
Trying to make some amend.
But she wanted only sauce of soya.
Heavens was fed up with all these petty domestic spars.
Each time one of them wanted to show who was in command, there appeared these demands of a rash meeting of the Council to authorise a scolding for the supposedly guilty part.
Sky came into the Meeting Room donned in a pale blue garment as were his whims.
He had brought a present for Heavens (clever move), and immediately made his presentation.
Sky and Geah
Heavens thought it was a bit of a childish way to punish Sky's wife Geah and their children, but he had to recognise that Thunder was an impressive invention, and would scare those hearing it, besides the gift of the Lightning, another invention Sky gave him, was really nice, undoubtly, this will change deeply the way rain was up to now, and Heavens will be delighted to send some of those beautiful lines of light onto the rebel Geah!
Very few days ago I was enjoying one of those blissful moments where everything seems to have found its exact place in the puzzle of life. Then feeling a flamboyant sensation in my self I let it seep slowly from my inner interior (if there is something like that in us), which as everybody who has met Elf knows, is a mistake.
Elf
The impossible gnome raised his ugly head behind my contentment, and with relish started to read an essay I wrote for my thesis on Happiness, so long ago I forgot I had it, and worst yet, I forgot I do believe each one of the words I wrote on the occasion.
To celebrate the coming back to life of an interested nonsense full of truth and deceit, depending the state of your mind is at the moment of reading it, I compromised with the sprite to put it again at the consideration of those idle persons with the slant and the possibility to lose time enough as to read it.
But against the advice of Elf, I want to warn you gentle Reader that you are about to sink your unaware self in a quagmire of pseudo psycho, philosophy not worthy the ink it is written, supposing it would be written in ink, so:
WARNING: if you have anything better to do in the real world, do not lose your time reading this dense post-Socratic idiocy, born only of the need to fulfill the arcane design of College as proof that the writer has lost his time learning a lot of rubbish.
You are Warned!
No complains accepted if you overtake this line.
I feel (am?) happy.
My days are full of light and laugh.
I call it happiness. Then, I try to understand happiness, and that is a mistake.
I am happy! It seems as if I am content, but I am sure it is not the same thing. I can be happy and immersed in big distress at the same time. This seems an impossible feat, but is true. What I cannot be is content while immerse in big distress, then, happiness and contentment are not the same thing!
If I look into the word meaning: Content comes from a family of words that express delimitation as in 'Contain', so when I am content I am restrained to myself which in turn makes me feel satisfied with the environment: I am into myself and that's all I need.
What about happiness? Its means, chance occurrence, comes from the old word 'hap' as a chance; as in luck, an archaic form of good fortune. This is something broader than content.
We usually get confused, and when sad we think we are unhappy. Far from it! Sadness is that feeling derived from unpleasantness and this latter is a by product of our selfishness.
Yes, I hear my own brain crying: I am not selfish, (am I ?) so your last definition is not true since I feel sad now and again and I am not selfish.
But then again, my brain is wrong.
If I were not selfish I would be dead since long ago, it is a proven fact that our conservation spirit is strong enough to keep us alive, but I am talking about a residual sense of that need, and when I analyze the reasons I feel sad I always find it is because something is out of the order I want to put the world in!
Some, few, reasons to be sad:
This business, which I am interested in, went wrong. My health is not as I would like it to be. My best friend betrayed me. The government is making my life miserable. I feel sorry about a problem my neighbor has.
You name it, we cannot get around "me" "my", or "I", it is the subject! The situation just revolves around my poor dissatisfied self. Then, how do you define this situation?
Undoubtedly: «self centered».
What makes it complicated is that this is not an abnormal behavior, the world spin around our self, we can only grasp any meaning through our body and mind, that is our self, and express our feelings through our mind and body, which is... yes you guessed it!
There is a difference between what I just wrote and happiness, the latter is totally independent from feelings, I may be sad but perfectly happy...
Come again? Spell this oxymoron!
To be happy is a way, a trail, not an end, you do not feel happy, you 'are' happy and only in this context can you recognize happiness as a method of life, even I dare say we can decide to be happy, no matter what! When you are contented, in the etymological sense of the word, you are held as a whole, you are neither excised not divided, and you know your wholeness. You are satisfied, but are you happy?
The base of happiness, is not contentment, but of course, we can realize that if we are basically happy (a soul status), being content is easily recognized since happiness is the natural base for our feelings so we readily accept our content (a mind status, a feeling), that thing that makes us feel whole.
This psychological structure makes us aware of a real surprising fact: once you have happiness tightly sitting as the base in the core of your self, it can support several different feelings, such as: joy, elation, rejoicing, delight, sadness, depression, despondency, apathy, despair, and in the middle of all these feelings you still are happy!
Of course, it is easier to let our feelings command our life and think we "feel" happy or miserable following the whims of our hormones or our responses to reality. It is easier, but it is pointless, our stupid frenzy in the face of our feelings or facing reality moves us around as a crazy leaf in an uncontrolled gale and in the heat of our wanton desires, the yearning for things, tangibles or abstracts, disorderly craved and in haste, rules our life leaving us exhausted and disgusted; never satisfied, always confused about ourselves.
Then we *feel* unhappy, but this is a feeling, we are not unhappy, we are unsatisfied, discontent, even angry and revolted at the reality we are living with, that is true, but in that environment as unlikely as it may seem we can be happy simply because happiness finds its being in itself, forgetting "desires" and "wants".
Yes, it is difficult for us (pampered by our actual way of life, where everything points to get whatever we want "right now"), to ignore the advice of media, telling us to use "the right" to live our own life "now", wasting our efforts running behind "newly created" needs by a society that think nothing of (or worse yet, despise) duties and responsibilities.
So we put our selves first, leaving behind everybody else, even those we owe natural care: sons, daughters and relatives. All this is easily seen in the way we express when we try to say something about ourselves and some other person: "me and Pete". Just look who goes first!
This manner of being is a sure way to be unhappy even if we get everything we want since there is a small (but crucial) thing we leave out: "the moral right to be human" otherwise said: Love.
