happy

i have this theory on happiness and it goes something like this:

people can spend their entire lives searching for a feeling that doesn't actually exist.

they think they are searching for happiness, when in reality happiness is the feeling they get when they think they are close to finding that feeling.

happiness is the feeling that keeps you hanging on searching for this intangible idea,

and happiness is also the feeling that prevents you from ever being fully happy because since you think you're so close to catching it, you convince yourself there's always something more.

how ironic.