The race for happiness

By Adria Martin

The door of the balcony its open.I can hear dripping here and thereOn the pavement of the balcony.Outside is raining quietly and steadily.I love the summer rainBecause suddenly the daily marathonUnintentionally slows down.Rain brings a certain depthTo my thinkingAnd a calmness that allows meTo see what I cant see every dayDue to the constant noise Around and in my mindDue to the constant movingFrom here to there.Every time rain activatesThe gratitude chakra Somewhere in my body.I suddenly realize that I haveSuch a beautiful and comfortingBlanket, a cup of tea,Nice and warm socksAnd such a soft, fluffy robe.I thank God for all I haveEvery time it rains with liquidOr solid dropsYes, once in a while,Nature put things in order for usTakes over and says with itsAuthoritative thunders:Stop the race! Slow downAnd this gives us some time to thinkAbout other things,Other than bills, chores, and tasksAt work or at home.Rains definitely slows me downIn the most pleasant way ever!Up until today I was thinkingThat everybody has a main goalOn the path of life:HappinessMainly personal happiness(Though making others happyIs a sure avenue to our happiness.)But, the more I grow the wise hairThe more I know that I wasnt quiteWrong until nowStillsome people are somehow happy to be sadSome are attracted to suffering.Yes, I know, I rejected this idea for a long time,But the mare fact that I dont understand thisDoesnt mean that its not there.In fact not suffering itself might be attractive,But the level of depth that the mindIs reaching when suffering isSo amazingly attractive to some.Like going into a magic purple caveInto yourself, where you feel comfortableAnd honest to yourself,The bare thoughts like colorful birdsFlying around freely,Showing how you are, How a part of you isA vey naked part of you.Yes, theres a certain attractionIn humans to sadness.Its laid there in us intentionallyTo help us go under our fictional selfThe fake self that smiles to this worldEven when the heart is sobbing.The real us lives in exileIn the purple cages, deep beneathOur multifaceted masks.Because sadness doesnt requireAny mask, in fact you can never enterThis purple caveWith a mask, simply becauseIts useless. Nobody sees it.Maybe people love sadnessBecause in sadness they are As close to themselvesAs possible.In sadness theres so much truthAnd so much depth of being.So this marathon for happinessWere all enrolled forNeeds the rainTo help us get realTo force us to take a breakAnd look into the mirrorOf our souls.Thank God for rain!We need rain so muchTo be able to see the Rainbows.

TorontoJune 27, 2015