What is it? How do we know its real? Do we truly feel happy, or do we convince ourselves of it to hide form the evils of life? What makes us happy? If happiness is a state of mind rather than a thing how do we know we don't blind ourselves to the object that brings about "happiness"? How do we know we see it as it is, the raw, pure thing? Do we shape our world just to hide from its evil? Or is it so, so simple? Life isn't simple. So how can that be? If it exists then how do we know what truly makes us happy and what are simply the images we have created? If the fake is not seen, how can the real be real? How...
I did this quickly so sorry if it doesn't make any sense! This is so depressing.... Love and fav! :D
