Happiness. Happ. I. Ness. An intriguing word, really. Two double-letters, the I separating them like a wall. Curious. And one of the most important resources on earth. So addicting, and yet so… scarce. So colorful, so full of flavor, and yet… bland, and repetitive. If one doesn’t increase his dose, that is. But who can afford that these days, except those high-class individuals.
We’re all just hounds, tirelessly chasing a wounded prey. Never catching. Never reaching. Only licking up specks of blood dropping from our fleeing haul. And who are we to ask if there is a better way? What choice do we have, other than to keep running until those specks, those shards of happiness that are so dear to us aren’t enough anymore? Until you wake up one morning just to realise that what little you have will be barely enough to get you through the day?
And the worst thing is that you’ll hold that thought for about as long as it takes for you to reach for the little bottle on your bedside table. During these moments you realise the hopelessness. You feel the crushing feeling of the knowledge.
And then you’re hand reaches the bottle, you unscrew it and forget about everything. You’re not going to last, but it’s ok. You had your ration. And then you’ll go to work.
And in the evening, when the hunger returns, the crushing feeling, you realise. You can’t still it anymore. Can’t subdue it.
And then you write. with anything, on anything, no matter the cost.
Because you have nothing left. You’re out. The pathetic thing called life comes to an end when the last echos of todays morning dose die away. Leaving nothing but emptiness, and the urge to warn the others. But they never listen. You yourself have read countless of these notes, letters, books. Because you still had enough Happiness.
And once you finished writing, you walk. The pilgrimage begins. You walk the path your fathers have walked. Their fathers have walked.
To the cliffs.
Sooo. Another post. A new story. If somebody even reads this. I dunno. Been feeling kinda down lately. Hope people get what I’m trying to say. What the text was about. If not; I took some inspiration from the video game “We Happy Few”. I twisted and turned, but I left some details. Compare yourself. Hope everybody’s doing great! I’m on Instagram!
P.S: For those who read the title and expected comedy… Hah! Tricked!