Baby Footprints With Wings

happiness?

Why is everything so complicated? Never
things go the way you would have liked.
When finally everything is as it should be,
there is always a little something that makes it all gets.

I would hope that I just had a lucky escape.
The one time really all right.
But no, we all know that there is no such thing never existed.
apparently is a kind of happiness Metazustand is practically impossible to do, seek the
all won to reach by any means.
Is it even good to be unhappy, perhaps?
unlucky but not further or?

the happiness is but a standstill, but it means "leave everything" to do.
happiness equals satisfaction and it is also the same.
be satisfied is to do nothing.
So perhaps we should rather set the goal unhappiness
this goal is to reach at least, and not as meaningless as the aim
(or better the die) of happiness.

But all the knowledge of these things does not make it easier for me not
and not for anyone else.
We all carry the same river, drawn by the flow of happiness,
inevitably draws us into the vortex of the disaster.

This raises the crucial question: What things? Has the
any sense?
happiness and satisfaction = halt, and not only that, but especially
simply unattainable, but if not then keep.
Logically it should be on best be equal to the fingers of this
terrible things.

But "disaster"? Is this a state in which you want to live?
Of course not!
What do we do?
Now there is only one way, at least for me.
You can only close your eyes and dream of happiness, at least.
I will have to accept that the dream is the only thing that really makes sense
in life ...