Connotations and associations, derivations and explanations. The harder you try to explain life, the more complex it becomes. In trying to describe something which is beyond words, words, both written and spoken, will fail you. An illusion, yet it is not. Colors, smells, sights and sounds. Our senses, that with which we perceive the world, are at once both all-encompassing and terribly limited.
Happiness and grief are but a hair-breadth apart. Extreme happiness turns into sorrow and extreme sadness yields the start of new happiness. For everything is connected in an inexplicable cycle, one leading to another, in an intricate fashion. The patterns we sometimes glimpse and think we can grasp; quickly though, they slip through our fingers as fast as they come.
True wealth comes not from material richness but from the heart - contentment and satisfaction with one's lot. The harder one yearns for happiness, the further it moves out of one's reach. Life is an oxymoron, a paradox. To understand it, you must totally forget its intended meaning.
Happiness and grief are but a hair-breadth apart. Extreme happiness turns into sorrow and extreme sadness yields the start of new happiness. For everything is connected in an inexplicable cycle, one leading to another, in an intricate fashion. The patterns we sometimes glimpse and think we can grasp; quickly though, they slip through our fingers as fast as they come.
True wealth comes not from material richness but from the heart - contentment and satisfaction with one's lot. The harder one yearns for happiness, the further it moves out of one's reach. Life is an oxymoron, a paradox. To understand it, you must totally forget its intended meaning.
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