I have come to the realization that happiness is an endangered species.

But then again true happiness is relative. It’s relative and vagrant and vacillating.

If happiness had a persona it would be a schizophrenic gypsy on speed!!

But im wandering.... where are all the shiny happy people?

If you think about it, no one is TRULY happy.

Maybe that’s because all that surrounds us, our pasts and our knowledge banks and the people we let in, influences us.

And if you do the math then we are effectively influenced by the music, literature, art and conversations that we are exposed to on a daily basis, on an every minute basis.

The best literature, art, music and conversation is just plain, no other way to interpret it, Tragic. Morbid. Depressing. Oppressive and Downright Dark

The clearest memories we carry from our past are the painful ones.

The people we hold onto the strongest are the ones who have the ability to hurt us the most.

The problem with happiness is that its a flat, one dimensional emotion. It elicits just one sentiment... joy.

Whereas... TRAGEDY... tragedy is the damn philharmonic orchestra all by itself.

Its layered, its convoluted, its so beautifully complicated that when you get caught in the eye of its storm, the tears blind you and your breath comes in sporadic bursts and the synaptic activity in your brain halts rendering you baffled and broken.

Sorrow, loneliness, faithlessness,  despondency,  depression, distress, desperation, jealousy, grief, anguish, bereavement, misery and pain ...... is what tragedy can elicit.

Sadness is real.

It’s so real that when it lashes out and cuts deep it leaves a scar.

And through the happy, mindless,numbing times.... that scar is the only thing that can  makes you feel.