"We are all chasing bonheur" - as French would say. But heartbreakingly, happiness is 'abstract'.
It breathes in notions,
It breathes in notions, in feelings,
It breathes in notions, in feelings, in desires,
It breathes in notions, in feelings, in desires, in moments.
It breathes in notions, in feelings, in desires, in moments. An abstract with no concrete existence.
An abstract that even if found, couldn't be captured. Unbounded. Of status, age, color, race.
Happiness, it slides into our days with 'good morning' messages, it stirs in the warmth of morning coffees,
mingles with the sounds of birds chirping, it is in the prostration, it dances rhythmically in our favorite melodies while we make ourselves breakfasts,
calms us with showering water over the body, it is in the wind kissing our face while we walk through,
fades in bustling daily life routines, constantly longing - like waves for the seashores,
it's in compliments, in 'have a good day' hugs, interweaving with good times, blending in the laughter in togetherness,
melts into the sunset skies,while you swing yourself quietly to sleep.
It is all there,all around. Perhaps, not to ever last but be felt in moments.