Is true happiness just a make believe concept? A temporary feeling, given in small doses, that is excepted by the human mind in order to propel us forward in life? Dangled before us, like that one missing piece of puzzle that would make us whole, hanging on a string above our heads, just out of your grasp? If you could be truly content with your life, would your will to continue diminish? Like unfinished business finally completed would you be left to rest in peace? So, we adjust, and when all the things that make us happy are at our disposal, they loose there significance, as we drain them clean of each drop of joy they can bring us. And sometimes those who are unable to attain the new things that would bring them joy go threw withdraws, in which they become savage like addicts in search of there drug, and will tear you apart to get it.
When life is good and we're happy, does our mind create new conflict in order to keep our spirits alive? Is it possible to compare the catty social drama of a rich kids in their private school to the hardships of a poor geeky children, dealing with bullies in a public school. Sure, one's obviously worse than the other, but doesn't the pain they hit their hearts with bear the exact same weight, as according to the laws of adjustment?
And if those doses of happiness are few and far between, what is there to drive you? What's the motivation? That's why we depend on human contact. Sure, people can drain you, but the right people can create reactions in you that give you much higher doses of happiness then anything else. And, like a rechargeable battery, with time the people lose there effect on one another. But time apart allows the two parties the time needed to recharge.
I only wish I had more people I react well with in my life. Tell me, how well do you actually react with the people around you? Take an examining look. Is it really as well as you may think, or even hope?
