Spotless

I needed to see,
I needed to remember...
We are all fucked up versions of what we want to be,
What we wanted to be.
Happiness is over-rated,
It is a concept.
Happiness meaning absolute absence of sadness, does not exist,
It’s a balance of both and it depends on where the needle is pointing at,
At that exact moment, with huge amounts of pain in between...
That's what makes us real,
What defines us as living beings,
As beautifully imperfect humans...

'How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!The world forgetting, by the world forgot.Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd'

(Eloisa to Abelard by Alexander Pope)