A Route To Happiness And Satisfaction

A Route To Happiness And Satisfaction
I don’t have an existence without her. She is the architect of all dreams I see when I close my eyes, and she is the architect of the entire world I see around myself every day. All objects assume a typical hue and colour when she is with me. I badly wish there was a way I could tell anyone how much I love her. Words don’t suffice, nor do gestures suffice the task before me when I want to express the depth of love and passion I have for her. There doesn’t seem to be a meter or a measure of the amount of love I have in my heart for her.

My life begins with her. I begin my day with her thoughts in my mind and mutter her name the first thing I do when I open my eyes. Through the day, I keep thinking of her as an idealised divinity. I shouldn’t be doing all this, I know. There are certain limits to which one can love anyone, and crossing the limit is immoral and irreligious, I know, but she assumes the highest order when I think of anyone good and virtuous. I can’t seem to think of anyone beyond her. She is a boundary sketched out beyond which my thoughts are prohibited to cross. My world begins with her and it ends with her too.

She is an adept painter who has changed the very dimensions of my world. She has made every single day of my life a big longer so I can appreciate her presence all the more, while the nights are also of an equal length so I can appreciate the  absence of her physical  form when I visualise her in a dream. She has given all objects around me all the typical colours they possess. She is the one who holds powers to colour my world with all sorts of bright and vibrant colours borrowed from the palette of colours borrowed from a rainbow replacing the dull and dark colours that form a major part of the picture of my life as of now. I badly wish she would work her magic on my life now.

My life has not always been as dark and dull it is as of now. There have been several times when a wayfarer painter has stepped in and lent a distinct texture by some strokes of the brush. This has been when my life has assumed a very bright outlook. This has been when apparently, there never was a shade of a dark colour in my life, although it is only a little while back that vivacity replaced an era of gloom. A few moments of joy and happiness are more than enough to rub away all memories of gloom and sorrow from one’s life, but the days of delight and happiness are to last only a little while, this should be borne in mind. For a little while, there shall be no gloom and sadness in life. They will certainly erase all thoughts and memories of bad days, and good days shall certainly be here.

Delight and happiness in life are always short-lived and evanescent although they may remain in our lives for a long time. We tend to forget days of depression and dismay they have replaced, and our appreciation tends to dip and go down. This is when we are served reminders of the days full of dismay and disgust. These reminders always seem to be long ones, and they are really very long ones. Their length is never proportionate to the length of the days when  happy tunes are appreciated.

To most of us, the night that appears in our lives seems to be without an end like there isn’t an apparent and obvious end to the sky we see around ourselves. Days full of gloom and depression don’t seem to have an end. However, the truth remains that everything in life has a definite beginning and a definite end. So, like everything else, days of gloom and unhappiness too decline and die away with time.

My life is sure to have a replacement of the incumbent days full of unhappiness and misery quite soon. On second thoughts, my perspective of these days as unhappy and miserable may be what is responsible for an aura of gloom and depression they spread over my being. There is an urgent need to change the way I perceive the world. I should look at the world like it were doing its best to instill happiness in me every single second of my existence.

Even if I have to change my way of thinking, my way of interpreting the world around me, I should do all I possibly can  to do it because this is the only way I can  find happiness in the world. There is a lot of happiness in the world just as there is a lot air and water in the world; I only have to look for it. I must do my best to find it.  This is the only way I can be happy in the world and be thankful for all the blessings He has been kind enough to give me.