Many a times, it happens that you might think that something will make you happy and then wait for it, your whole life, sometimes being happy for the thought tht you're going to get what you want and being happy at your own imagination of the prospective happiness and at times, being sad that you have not actually achieved what you wanted so much in life and imagining the depth and darkness of the void it has already created in your life. Probably in the end, when you actually go and achieve it and reach your goal, you might not feel as happy as what your imagination had projected and extrapolated for you.
And then there is a blank in front of you. You will want to believe that you are happy; you would not really want to admit it to yourself that your imagination has let you down. Then you come down to reality and settle for the real thing which was waiting for you. And then you realize that happiness does not really have a single dream-like face and associate it with the myriad real feelings so different from the surreal ones and drink in the actual dish tasting each ingredient in the process.
And, sometimes, it also happens that you actually experience the real happiness which you had imagined (mostly out of the blue and unplanned), then you will be in the culmination of happiness and then the thought that you can't be more happy tones it down and you finally come down, cherishing the memories and savoring them in an attempt to relive the moments. After a while you find yourself trying to relive those cherished moments from beneath the moss and rust settled on them with time, with disintegrated elation each time though you are still aware of the fact that those moments when they were in the present tense gave you the best happiness of your life.
And then there is a blank in front of you. You will want to believe that you are happy; you would not really want to admit it to yourself that your imagination has let you down. Then you come down to reality and settle for the real thing which was waiting for you. And then you realize that happiness does not really have a single dream-like face and associate it with the myriad real feelings so different from the surreal ones and drink in the actual dish tasting each ingredient in the process.
And, sometimes, it also happens that you actually experience the real happiness which you had imagined (mostly out of the blue and unplanned), then you will be in the culmination of happiness and then the thought that you can't be more happy tones it down and you finally come down, cherishing the memories and savoring them in an attempt to relive the moments. After a while you find yourself trying to relive those cherished moments from beneath the moss and rust settled on them with time, with disintegrated elation each time though you are still aware of the fact that those moments when they were in the present tense gave you the best happiness of your life.
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