Eudaimonia.

We tend to run to and fro seeking that which we are not certain about. With human flesh we are bound to pain and pleasure that is always subject to differing threshold which to come at a customary reference, compromised by the voice of majority. Only economy befits majority but that which the heart and soul seek is something not bought in the market nor earned in the work place and certainly not learned in the academe. Is it the poorest of the poor or the richest of the rich that has the last say of what it really means to have fulfilled what one has lived for? It is absurd to nod when you don't really agree with someone, but who says nodding is always a state of agreement? Who says leaving is getting freed and eating is getting full?

The paradox of losing one's heart to gain it as to losing one's life in order to live is miserably euphoric. If happiness is a choice with a very few that's capable of choosing it then there's only a very few who are truly happy. Our evolving humanity collectively thinks he gets closer to the ripe age of a beautiful and bountiful era and thanks to few choose to edify its people with the kind of process it has undergone to be able to nourish it from the inside.

In the facade of my growing years, half my tears equally shares the euphoria of life. My heart itches and burns as it gets closer to the climax of its horizon. Phenylethylamine stimulated gets tried and tested and yet is still reluctant to refusing a denied matter in oblivion, like the seas and skies that only meets in the horizon. Distance. Depth. Height. Fear. Trust. Faith. All dimensions and elements are needed in the context of fulfilling that which is confusing but irresistibly, undeniably and ironically eudaimonic.