Random thoughts and topics that pop into Lui's mysterious head.-- luicrowie --
24th October 2017
Happiness. What is it? How is it determined, measured, thought of, judged, reflected upon? It's a strange word as it can have very deep yet contrasting meanings to the vast contour of personalities that roam the planet we called 'Earth', as some would say happiness is being with someone you love but to another, it could be the fact that they are alive and well.
Further to this mind fuck of a word the prefix of 'happy' is what creates the unknown and vast array of intellectual impulses that we simply know as 'thoughts', where by if you seriously hinder on what it means to be happy, you will unravel a mind fuck conundrum by who determines what happy is? Who can be happy? What does it mean to be happy? Is one person not happy due to the mere fact that they are not doing/showing/thinking the same as that of a 'happy person'.
This then leads me to reflect on the english language itself; this by itself is the very power that lives which allows me to portray my thoughts to you reading this right now! These simple things that we don't think about right at the point of the transition from vibrations due to contractions of muscles to frequencies of sound that we call speech.
Ironically this piece isn't to reflect and draw upon the negativity but to embrace and stop the foreshadowing of the good and the 'happiness' in the world today; usually paragraphs like this are about people being sad and succumbing but no... I want you to embrace the happiness, be it a lunchtime meal or having the ability to shower, all of this needs to be up-rised and thoughtfully reflected upon in this day...