Happiness varies in context depending who and when you ask.  It is swift and agile.  Separation brings sadness within but also the realization that happiness is merely an attempt or rather an escape from all that is not sad.  Brief, but immeasurably fulfilling.  Just as the rain brings sun afterwards in its path, so does the blur of what once was and no longer is.  All I held close and dear and valued, vanished on thin air and I can’t but helplessly watch as time execute itself upon me—uncertain yet determined and predisposed.

Happiness will and yields and gives….meaning to life and infuses our souls with inexplicable joy, or does it?  The joy that is a triple-edged sword.  Companionship is meaningless.  Loneliness reigns sovereignty and although surrounded by people, the feeling of emptiness is overbearing and chokingly scary.  I don’t know where it all started but happiness was not around, never came to my aid nor inquired about my necessities.  I stand alone in oblivion asking for a theory, a theorem or a formula that can solve it all but my cries go unheard (at least for now) and echo infinitely in a black hole of idleness and fixated senselessness.

The promise itself, not the paper we signed is an unwritten contract that will bind us beyond this life into a realm of waterfalls and gorges with creeks and beauty, and trust won’t falter and our weaknesses don’t exist at all.  A world where you are my deserving queen and I am the prince you always dreamt of.

A conversation with a stranger, however meaningless seems like a clue, a sign, an open door to what may look like a chance but not quite.  It is comical how everything looks like a possibility but before stepping into foreign land, one is prompted to think of what has been vested and invested and how painful has been to lose it.  Taken, without  much remedy.  Humanity often gambles with uncertainty at an irreparable cost; Everyone out there looks like you at a glance but my heart know the difference and mourns for the reality that only you can provide.  It knows you’re out there, just like that wind that caresses and soothes our skin—you can’t see it but you feel it regardless, and the only thought of peace in my soul is our eternal reunion.

In the end, true happiness does not exist, it is a one-way avenue into which few are invited and fewer can travel through.  I have met her and although briefly, her lasting impression