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Sadhguru once said "we live in a world where social forms of insanity are accepted." I agreed. I suffer from cancer of the thoughts, a contorted imagination and a consortium of somewhat odd...emotions. When people try to justify the existence of actions resulting in ill feeling of others....they themselves have insecurities regarding their own personal battles with life...

Writing/Reading

I awoke; not knowing the contents of my soul

So I flicked through the glossary of my imagination and decided that I'll read the first chapter of writing and reading my own poetry

Chapter by chapter I thought of and dismissed many ideas until I decided that I'll be happy; what I wanted was to be happy

So, as the story continued I was continuously interrupted by my thoughts; thoughts relating to happiness.
I put a bookmark in the book that I was writing that i was reading and allowed myself to think

Heres the joke; I thought I knew what would bring me happiness but then I realised that writing this book that I was reading was actually my personalised manual to happiness.....and I wrote it

My poetry was indeed my happiness

I vowed to entrust in my words and with that, happiness would soon come

So I came to the conclusion that I'd write, read and edit my "Book of Happiness" in order to suit me

It's essential that we all write, read, write and read the "Book of Happiness".

Discover what makes you happy and be happy with your discovery

By the way- the "Book of Happiness" isn't actually a book...its errr...its actually about the message in the poem....Create your own happiness

I'm Me...

Do not accept me for what I am; accept me for who I am
Actually;
Thats an unfair request since I do not know the man I've become
Since the battle between my conscience and imagination is won...
But by who?

You see...

My conscience answers questions relating to subjects that will implicate my future
While my imagination answers questions relating to doubt and self belief
So which one do I focus on?

Who I am is me; its that simple

Until I understand the way in which my mind works; I cannot demand that you as my peers understand the pains and struggles which I battle each day;
Inside my mind while trying unwind the tangled thoughts my life has created
And inside I'm berated, in fact I'm infuriated that I cannot understand the person I've become

So how could I possibly expect you to?

I am me; just accept me for who I am