Sometimes I feel like I am trapped within and everything that follows is an elaborate facade. Pretense, what a wondrous thing. You are not alive if you have not at one time been a victim to or subject thereof. We hide our true selves with fear reigning that the World will not deem our feelings and thoughts acceptable to social standards. What if living is the dream and your thoughts are where reality resides? In this place your smile is real and blossoms into the flowers which give the scent of belonging. Perfectly happy, lost in the reality of your soul. Happiness cannot be described on a mass level when each being is unique. The never ending turmoil of striving to be socially acceptable is the demon we all face. Once you accept this to be a mountain only you, yourself are able to climb,it is then that the journey begins. Content that you are a distinct creature and therefore so unto your road to happiness is idiosyncratic. Sitting on a mountain top with the most spectacular view spread out before you would have no meaning or relevance at all if your eyes are shut. Awake. - Maeve
