Transcience.
Reach for the stars: always.
Life is an ephemeral blur. Short-lived. Memories and experiences accrued in effervescent streams, each representating bubbles arising in the foamy landscape of our mind. Why ponder on the evitable avalanche of problems, trials and tribulations, when the inevitable escape from the icy tundra lies just ahead? Why, when it lies in appreciation of our skills and trust in our ability to get to this point? Why do we look onward at the detriments and differences in society, when, as a collective, we cherish very similar values and morals and outlooks. Why, when we are given the gratification of family — if not family, friendship and the value of connecting with other like- or open-minded people; if not friendship, the gift of identity or a sense of self; if not identity, life, existence — do we sink when all prescience on the matter fails?
Happiness does not dwell in the moments we share, but the moments that snatch the breaths out of your throats, and give you a newfound understanding of the world around you. Sadness is the realization of limitations, the conjuring up of one’s shadow. It is the epitome of darkness — but finding happiness in something or someone, is the light.