I may be totally a wrong impression about you. It is highly probable. And moreover why should I even think you are selfish? Everybody is like that!! Eeverybody is bothered about themselves only. I am like that too!! Am I not?
Here I am writing to you to feel light. I am not bothering myself to know whether you want my mail or not! So, X, I do know this all…… I am selfish too. Then why am I writing to you if I know all this? I really do not know. Does this frighten you?
Hope not!!! Not knowing something is not frightening. Not knowing how to handle the answers is frightening. So the day when I know the why I should also know how to handle the answer.
That is all and I shall cross the bridge when I need to. All this is just an introduction—warming up and clearing your doubts lest you ask me why the heck am I mailing you again!!!???. Anyway let me continue now…. So as you ask. It is fine that you, shantanu, feel you have to speak to someone.. What the hell.. I must clear this up. I do feel guilty. I do love my wife a lot. Everybody has her good points and bad. I do too. It is not about her at all.
She is a good wife, she is a good mother. She quarrels with me like all wives do. I quarrel with her like all husbands do. But then we make up like all couples do. One day one of us will be gone and the other will follow soon. But all said and done, X, do not you think that in life there are times when you want to talk to someone who seems to be like you? Who seems to have the capacity to understand what you mean or what you say or more importantly who seems to be deep hearted enough to be able to listen and empathise?
You seem to be like that. Inside my heart I know that you are probably least serious about what I write and you read them out of curiosity only because you like reading books and so these seem to be a book to you..
But that is the point. I feel you are reading. And that is all that it takes me to pour my deepest thoughts on you. Nothing more nothing less. I just have to have someone to talk to. And Find someone else if I am lucky… or just fade away.. I may start writing books and sell them to the world. But I have to survive and so I write. Even if you are not reading this mail, I will still feel ahhhh I have written and somebody has heard.
It is a very peculiar problem in me X. I need some psychiatric treatment probably. So I keep introspecting a lot. And so I do know that something is seriously wrong with me. That I need to share thoughts like this!!
I need to talk like this!! Sometimes I feel I am not man enough!!. Really X. This is like something I am trying to cure myself of. Writing to you or anyone who seems to read, probably will make me cure myself of this disease. And I write best to anyone with whom I feel is empathetic and with whom I seem to feel so too, a bonding of minds. Does that scare you??? Should not!!!! This deep desire to wrench my mind out and turn it inside out to someone is a disease.
Yes this is a disease, because it is making me weak, making me feeble, making me unable lead normal lives at these times when this strikes! Like disease this too needs a cure. And I feel the cure is indulging in the very passion that drives me, I feel my mind bursting so I let it burst and so I write.
Writing to someone. Of course if you had replied, it would have been wonderful. But not for the sake of consoling me, but to share your views on whatever I say or said, so that I too can see what others think of the subject I talk on. Today I want to talk on happiness. Have you ever felt that despite having everything something is missing?
Have you ever felt when you had everything around you and yet something was missing? But when we turn our thoughts to that which we want to create in our lives, the possibilities are endless. With that kind of imaginative power, why would we waste it focusing on the mundane only to perpetuate a reality that is less than optimum? We have the power to create so much more and it is up to us to use our imaginations to change our lives and our world for the better.
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HuffPost Personal Video Horoscopes. Follow Us. Terms Privacy Policy. Part of HuffPost Wellness. All rights reserved. It is the preview for life's coming attractions. Suggest a correction. Above all, small things that may be of no importance may display true happiness. Also, when one sees his or her parents again what an incredible and happy feeling it is. The happiness one feels when one meets his or her parents is happiness one may never be able to feel again.
As is mentioned, it is not an imagination; instead, a reality. One cannot simply imagine the amount of happiness one can get from seeing his or her parents after a long time; it is the ultimate bliss one can wish for.
Conclusively, it can be seen that happiness is something everyone experiences at one time or another in his or her life. Therefore, even though happiness is really vague because it is true that everybody has his or her own definition on what is happiness and how to feel happy.
The key point is, if one thinks one is in happiness then he or she is the happiest person in the world. This essay was written by a fellow student. You may use it as a guide or sample for writing your own paper, but remember to cite it correctly. Choose skilled expert on your subject and get original paper with free plagiarism report. Is Happiness Imaginary or Not?. Is Happiness Imaginary or Not?
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