“Money doesn’t bring you happiness. It just gives you more options.”
When i read that, it’s almost as if… it struck something in me. I feel like i have sunken deeper into parts of my mind that i have never seen before. Like i’m about to discover the part of myself that actually, genuinely knows that happiness is a wavering thing.
Which thus makes it…
a very…
pointless goal.
I got the sentence above from a book i just randomly took. I flipped to a random page and there it was. It seems like it really is the message to hit home. Maybe happiness just isn’t the goal.
And what if sadness wasn’t the goal either? The two extremities of life, and all its in betweens are just redundant factors to, and of life.
Until the next write,
Mirrah
Mirrah 