Does she ever truly want to fall in love? Be happy?
She knows it is capable, but what comes next?
Suppose she does find happiness, and striving for many years, she finally finds it.
Looking back, will it be worth it?
What is happiness? Children? A house? A nice car?
Freedom is being able to enjoy a sunday evening laying around with friends and family.
But happiness?
She can do such great things, yet something holds her back, a fear of the unknown, the need for certainty.
The first phase has long passed, contemplation of the utter divine perhaps?
A desire to accomplish the impossible?
Or maybe just a very good dreamer.
Numerous what ifs, careless scrutiny of the endless opinion slurs.
The human, a selfish selfish being.
Striving for self pleasure and success to the highest desires for power.
For what.
Left to be counted upon wandering fields and rear-view mirrors you will find fear and doubt.
Her heart will beat as if the spark that created minimum light and existence.
Possible to a break, but sacrifice will take place, a risk, an unknown journey.
Tips of clocks run around in an array of unspeakable discovery, she tends to hope, to dream, it is nature of her soul and being.
Found in place, once now, once true, flames and yells turn to calm waters.
The continuous search for answers? The neverending realm of profound questions and inexplicable curiousty?
Found inbetween the reality of life and the understanding of human nature, she still searches.
A search never to cease, but somehow to suffice the need, the urge, for the impossible achievement her soul craves.
On a second read, and perhaps third, I can firmly say that I like this. I too, like Lost, often wonder what happiness is. I suppose I do not know for sure, but I know a few things that make me happy.
as do i.