Happiness

Sometimes there are moments in your life of infinite happiness. There are moments where you find yourself separated from reality, where the weight of your euphoria seems too immense for one lifetime, where you feel like something horrid has to happen just to balance out the joy. But then you feel yourself slipping from the cliff of rational judgement into the abyss of carefree ecstasy. And you let yourself drown. You let yourself be consumed by the impossibility of your joy, ignoring that nagging feeling that tells you that this can’t be true.

You let yourself be lost in the wonder and delirium of it, lost in the chaos of it all. It no longer matters why, only the feeling is relevant, that never ending feeling of happiness that makes you fly, makes you soar, makes you free.

And then it ends. Then reality comes tumbling back down, tumbling like the pragmatic rocks of rationality to end your paradise, to end your existence. They plummet into you, wounding you, maiming you. They stay after the end of your happiness; they stay in the back of your mind, waiting for the next time to fall, to descend, and to trap you.