What makes me happy?
The question is so hard for I really have not experienced anything big in a sense in happiness. I really do not know who I am right now. I do not really know my strengths, weaknesses, my views, my attitudes. I do not know about myself because I am lost.
I am lost in a world where self image is down the tubes and pass the gums. I am lost because the world is telling me this. We are converging into some entity and we are individuals only to ourselves yet it does not matter on the macro level. If you are the employed, do this do that blah blah blah. If you are the employer, command this command that. It goes on and on and on.
Nothing but that image strikes me when it strikes the world. I feel my identity is lost and one is replaced. Thereby, I really do not know myself and I do not know what makes me truely happy.
Only in a small light burning. A candle on a desk. A lonely artist sits doodling scribbles and nothing other than the confused and curved lines. Gone are the beautiful pictures of the past. Gone are the energy as it strives only to not face instant death. It lives but it is also struggling.
I guess what makes me truely happy.... I do not know. I am only satisfied but my spirit is not.