Your life is like a velvet, smooth surface. No particular limits or shapes. No particular force of disturbance result in happiness. Weightless emotions. The details are unchanging, the texture is unbroken.
However, aren't there holes or pinches in each canvas, as one hangs a painting on a wall? Those objects hide the damage, they display only the colours of vividness. Just as we do.
Our surface is a canvas, on which we position our decisions and our paths. Nevertheless, we are unbalanced, from the mindset we undertake to the responses to actions beyond our control. As if it were a balance, this multitude of events weights down on one side or the other. It then becomes too heavy and leans on to your mind. Heavy enough that it punches a hole, through our beliefs and through our happiness. Eventually, we find ways of consolation, and we embed the broken fabric into a knot, which we try to forget. Time passes and other balances find their way. During the last Sunset of life, the knots leave no space in between. And that's when many realise they shouldn't have let the balance decide the course. The should have made it jump, should have opposed with force so that the lessons learnt could be felt and the happiness found within.
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