The happiness illusion

Most people seem not as happy as they showed under the public views and traditional theories. For example, a couple of my friends divorced after 8 years marriage, and they were thought having a happy marriage; another couple fell into cold war recently due to the girl had a 'mental' affair.

Therefore, if most scenes in marriage in our real life are UN-happy, why should we believe that marriage is a 'happy forever' destination? Or, basically, it is just a big lie from anywhere, from anyone? Is it just the beautiful clothes of the King, while indeed he wears nothing?

Further, an old silly question: what is love? Sometimes I felt I loved someone because I was so attached with him, but after a while I found out I even couldn't bear him one more second; sometimes I felt I would die without being with him, but the next minute I survived even better.

Or, maybe love is just a mental disease of human-being, causes chaos and mental problems to us, in the ordinary life that everyone lives in order, everything happens under rules, and anything has a reason. So love is the only disorder: it messed our normal life, it destroyed our mind; we can think through all questions of the world but our own mind, we can see through anything on the land but our own emotion; and one of such most beautiful but also most complicated and confusion parts, we called it 'love'. It is something we can never explain in clear in words, or we can demonstrate to scientists that it exists. We cannot even prove that love is a material which exists in the world, because we have no evidence to show it off. We can sense it happens, it lies somewhere in our heart, in our mind, but we are just not able to present it in reality.

Back to this Valentine’s Day, one minute ago I thought I didn't love him anymore, and I even hated him, but one minute later I felt I was in love with him again, or same as before. It is a completely mind-off thing, which couldn't be analysed, couldn't be thought, and couldn't be trusted. When love burns your mind, you simply become a mad person, for no reason. When such feeling comes, you are happy, and when the passion passed, you become sad and mad. Love is such a poison ruining your wise and logic; it is such a disease rotting your soul.

So, we, those happy or unhappy, knowledgeable or innocent ordinary people, shall we fall in love or not? Shall we fall into the dust of heavy life or draw ourselves out of the society? It seems there is no other choice but to accept. To accept our life, to accept our living, and to accept our love, whenever it happens, and wherever it comes to you. Let's forget about the legend of happiness, forget those charm and beautiful illusional love stories, and just soak our mind into such complicated and messed dust of life: to believe, that anything happened ---- is my life.

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