ignorance is bliss. be thankful.


the malady: an allergy to happiness

the diagnosis: i have an aversion to happiness
and i realize it is holding me back.
it's like being a character from the movies
where after being devoid of joy or happiness
for so long, they either reject these feelings
or are at a loss on how to handle them.
all these plastic smiles that i don, now i dont
even know which ones are real or which are just
induced by my anti-sociopath suppression drugs.

in many others' opinion, i should not even
possess a problem such as this. i mean to most
people, this probably sound ridiculous and dumb
or even pompous. well, so sue me ...


the treatment: what is happiness? aint it another
illusion of our perception? how do you define
happiness then? what about drug-induced happiness?
are they considered the genuine product?
ignorance is bliss. and you shouldn't try and
measure happiness and define it. all you end up
doing is drowning in this philosophical bull-shit.
but how do i ignore what i already know?



oh! the knights that set forth in their search
through rain, shine or the strongest of gale,
an immortal quest for thy holy grail.
now heed not the jests and mockeries
for the truth brings all but the bravest to their knees.
oh! Avalon, when will that day come?

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