Happiness.

people look for happiness, so they keep searching and searching. 

running restlessly from city blocks to the suburbs. 

finally up on this hill, I think happiness may have been found. 

found at the highest point of the peak, rising with flying kites.

colorful kites in various shapes and styles, 

from being held in hands, to vanishing into the enormously limitless sky. 

you probably didn't feel the happiness while having the kite in hand, 

nor were you possibly happy to see the kite disappearing. 

It's the in between time. The gaps. The blanks. The process. The wind. The laughs.

That sudden moment when the wind unexpectedly blows away the kite from your hand. 

And witnessing the kite flamboyantly expands and stretches, in the wind that takes her away. 

And then, it vanishes. That's it.

Happiness. 

Is not happiness when you have it.

Nor is it happiness when it's gone.

Happiness.

Comes at the very least expected moment.

Brutally enters your life, and brutally leaves.

Leaving you with only a trace of faint, ghostly memory.

Happiness.

Is disposable.

Using it for how long depends on you.

But once thrown out,

It's just not the same anymore even if picked back.

Happiness.

Sadly, 

Is only happiness when you see it leaves.


Photographer: Paul Octavious
Image Courtesy: Swissmiss