PHILOSOPHY OF HAPPINESS

 

 A THEORETICAL AND PRACTICAL EXAMINATION BY MARTIN JANELLO

memories of being

but what proves

that i or anything was

except what is now

history by deduction

 

 

 

the streams of life

grind us like pebbles

but we are life

able to grow anew

 

 

 

we can start again

if we wish to forgo

resignation’s comfort

 

 

 

this was the day

she swore a new start

severed each tendon

anchoring her

even as it meant leaving

parts of her self behind

 

 

 

lost

swirling down to our center

from which we can burst with energy

 

 

 

end of the rope

motivational signal

for reverse motion

 

 

 

Our reality ails from lack of imagination what it could be.

 

 

 

sadness eats at us

about the past

for two reasons

the passing of

or lack of experiencing

beauty

this view also infects our outlook

in the fear such losses will continue

 

 

 

all we cannot live anymore

remains in regret or yearning

 

 

 

want to break

those calcified ends

make them open and fluid

 

 

 

Time is in front of us and rushes through us into nothing. Turning around is then worse than looking ahead knowing it will end for us.

 

 

 

exhausted in the morning

you wish to go back

into the night

and before

but all you can do is move on

 

 

 

weekend clips of

treasured pleasure

in the shredder of time

 

 

 

The most unforgivable acts in human existence are neglect, suppression, and destruction of positive potential.

 

 

 

you share dreams

of beautiful still lives

and stirring events

in neatly bowed parcels

why don’t you open

these gifts for yourself

 

 

 

a balanced purposed life requires

remembrance

presence

and future perspective

 

 

 

i know you are tired

and maybe afraid

but time is forever

so nothing’s too late

 

 

 

the moon is a mirror

reflecting our dreams

in silhouette kisses

by its ghostly beams

 

 

 

i want to live in a world

where babies would smile

if they knew their life ahead

 

 

 

her flaw

the perfection

of not trying

 

 

 

her dreams kept returning

to a different reality

detailed and complete

so familiar yet so strange

she felt guilty missing it

after waking

 

 

 

the future a theater

waiting for us

we would define our roles

 

 

 

in dreams

i captured you in words

then guiltily set you free

no recall of my poem hurts

but morning

brought you back to me

 

 

 

broken dreams

broken promises

now you must hatch

 

 

 

We may wish to forget what our mind is working on in dreams because we may fear we could not function if we realized and acted out the concerns of our soul in conscious daylight.

 

 

 

Optimistic, we wish to be disabused of negative and confirmed in positive notions. Pessimistic, our preferences are opposite. Both stances cause bias.

 

 

 

how often do we distort reality

by sensing what we want it to be

or exaggerating discrepancy

 

 

 

We may believe we know ourselves. Yet we only register results of sensory events, thoughts, and emotions, not their processes or mechanisms.

 

 

 

Recalling our past accesses a treasure from which we can draw our present and plan our future. The trick is not letting its weight define us.

 

 

 

We have to overcome approaching our life as if we were not in it. Our sensory and cognitive reflections tend to separate us as observers of our self.

 

 

 

that woman

lying with me

in my dream

never seen her before

she was just here

it seemed so real

she woke me up with her snore

 

 

 

if we’d suspend our gravity

we’d have to call it levity

living our dreams to fly

 

 

 

our ambitions will not rest

until we can fly without help

 

 

 

emotional forces

ignored for too long

grind our insides raw

 

 

 

He felt life was a rehearsal interlaced with studying, waiting, arguing, rewriting, and being directed, all readying for a real performance.

 

 

 

shoes bought

in fantasies of wearing

rows waiting for the right occasions

until she breaks their spell

and dances a barefoot farewell

 

 

 

chiffon wrapped dreams

captured in seams

no nerve to lay them open

she stays laced up for life

 

 

 

as people age

they may lose faith

hope strangled mess

they settle for less

 

 

 

dreams of the past

present or future

reminders of our truth

all too soon forgotten

 

 

 

imagine life without

damage and retreat

from ill circumstances

 

 

 

she held on to

her red shiny dream

until all air had escaped

 

 

 

do you remember

when life was adventure

not just a matter of time

expectations wound up

we missed the bus

now saving for future tolls

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

VI. WANDERING MIND

 

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