On Happiness
When we finally define ourselves will we truly be happy? Will all else fall into place? Or will the act of defining who we are, apart from the surroundings brings us to disquietness? Be the harbinger to the unraveling of our very nature, rather than connection or reconnection. Do we then find disconnection?
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