I tried to find happiness
in my morning coffee
in the rising sun’s hues
in my dearest poet’s muse
in my sauntering steps in the balcony.
I tried to find comfort
in our momentary meaningful conversations
in the stares we held across the distance
in the depths of your eyes
in your mellow touches.
I tried to belong
with the strangers on the different streets
with the music in the coffee shop
and in the lines of John Keats’.
But I only ended up feeling more hollow and exhausted.
Thoughts: Over the past few days I became really restless and I tried to stay occupied and try to reminisce, tried to remember the good times that I had, all stored in my memories and I tried to mingle with people and go out and escape into the facade of the cities and nature but in the end of the day all of the content that I felt was short-lived. No matter how hard I tried, I was never “happy enough”. After a lot of thinking and not thinking at the same time, I realized that happiness and comfort doesn’t come with packages or with some other person in your life, it doesn’t come with pleasing price tags or expensive meals at nice places. Maybe they do, but they don’t last long. Real happiness lies within you and you have the power to unlock that if you really want to. So stop looking at others and stop depending on things that you can hold on to for a short period. Their values don’t last forever.