Sunday, March 02, 2008

Reaching out in the dark

Its amazing how everything in life can be picture perfect but yet incomplete...how something so obviously fantastic to others can be so damning for you.
We keep striving all our lives to achieve these impossible goals hoping that when (if ever) we get there, we could allow ourselves to relax, to smile, to be happy and to chill out for a while. But sometimes, I think we get so used to this strife that life without it doesn't really seem like a life at all. It seems like a waste of time and so we further our ambition and set another Herculean goal for ourselves so that we can (masochistically) strive to achieve that too...again promising our tired soul of salvation once it is done. But of all the promises you make, the ones you least honour are the ones you make to yourself. And thus the vicious circle continues....ambition, strife, achievement, dissatisfaction, new ambition and so on...
I wonder if we ever shall find the elusive happiness that is actually (and unpompously) the reason why we enter the vicious circle in the first place. I don't know if I ever will; because I know that I can tick off objectively all that my ambitions from the to-achieve list once I am satisfied but I am yet to find a singular thing that can fulfil me.


1 comment:

jade said...

Honestly I've known that I feel happy by very simple things like a brilliant blue sky, or my best friends' horrible PJs or being able to watch my favourite movie and know what dialogue is coming next...
Ambitions, goals are just our means to feel that "My existence does have some meaning, some purpose!"