from a poem I wrote some time ago...

"...We tried ideologies
and they failed us miserably
so we turn to drugs, God or consumerism
some of us headed to unknown places
seeking Zen or existentialism..."


I think our problem is we are told how should happy look like. We are told what should we want. A person that refuses the social standards of "happy" is seen as bit crazy and weird (I live in village. So I know a lot about it. The weird one who has no boyfriend and travels to weird places).