There are moments when life seems easy. Simple pleasures that block the pain and regret. Why can’t they be more often and less sporadic.
I just had a moment, it was a relief, it honestly felt spectacular. Just as quickly though it faded.
Do you feel this way? I cannot believe I am the only one who does. The only thing that helps is distractions. Work is a big one. But what is that worth? We work to make money to pay our never-ending bills. We work to prosper another.
I want more moments of joy, of unadulterated pleasures, cleanliness and purity. Seems funny that these are the things we give up as we become adults. If we’re lucky we find a place that we can protect in which we can shelter.
I am still looking and searching out the place of Nirvana. But even now I am reminded that the group Nirvana had its sorrow. Something is driving us down, pity the soul that cannot counteract its power.
There are moments when life seems easy. Simple pleasures that block the pain and regret. Why can’t they be more often and less sporadic.
The Place to be Real 