We all are just looking for one thing. Happiness. A feeling that could be seen when someone smiles or pounces upon the sudden road of laughter. Happiness is something which we can't have with us all the time. Because it's not a gift that one receives in his/her birthday or buys at a store which carries a '50% discount off' board on it's main door. It is a feeling, a feeling that makes one feel that he could fly and would not fall because happiness is never alone. It enters within our hearts with it's counterparts like confidence, encouraging us to hold on a bit more and fulfill all of our passions, the ones waiting to be discovered by us.
But as I said before, it is not conquerable. It has to be created. Created and maintained. Maintained with so much of willpower and determination that it endures, so much so that it greets the ones around us. It is so powerful. Yet so fragile. A simple scowl or frown could break it, make it completely disappear and then we wonder 'how to be happy again?'
Life is messy. It is never crystal clear or simple to be easily understood. A single motivational word or a genuine smile could possibly cure the broken feeling and let this be told, no matter how much ever hard it may seem for the feeling to trust its fragile feet again, it rises and gradually rises so high that we get the sudden thought to pedal the colour-worn bicycle again.
How far do we pedal depends upon how often we listen to those tantrums and sneers, which are sadly manufactured by us. But if we don't want it to die, we have to fight. Stand firm and fight until the sneers and tantrums merely sound like an echo. Stand firm and fight until we are very sure that there is no obstacle between us and our colour-worn bicycles.
Our urge to not give up and fight could turn our faded bicycles colourful once again, because we allowed the powerful to rise again.
So the purpose behind our existence is actually very clear. If not, have you cleansed your eyes to get rid of the poking dirt that has blurred your vision for so long?
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