Our Diminished Meaning of Happiness
Where do you go in dreams?
Cramped spaces
One more elevator stop.
The smallest you can possibly be
You allow yourself to diminish, in size, in worth.
You crumble under the pressure of humankind.
In that small, small space.
Nobody bothers to think, that maybe more space could be created somehow.
No thought of a bigger elevator.
We think, “There is no use. I’m off at the next floor anyway.”
But there are only so many floors.
We spend most of our time at work anyway.
We work most of the time anyway.
To build a larger elevator any possible way.
Any way, and always.
But we never quite increase the number of floors.
We never quite broaden our minds, make do of cramped spaces.
Where do you go in dreams?
Clouds.
Where every drop of rain hydrates and nourishes.
Where there is no anyway, but every way to live.
To thrive, and make every stop better.
You haven’t anything to do, really.
It sort of just happens.
These clouds just appear, these elevator stops reappear, always thriving, always better.
The clay of our human bodies and brains melt in the hot sun, and we tan, no sunburns.
We change when we must, simply shed our old skin and start anew.
But what is happy, anyway?
Is there any way?
Well anyway…
Where do you go in dreams?
I, for one, travel far and wide.
To places indescribable by humankind.
In all my adventures, I’ve quickly learnt, that anyway is the worst word I have ever heard.
So where do you go in dreams?