A whimsical Wednesday morning - Not wanting Happiness

A Wednesday morning. A delightful, casual, clean day of the week. As the sun rises, common populace wonder out from their hideouts to overcrowd the streets. Groups of children dressed in white following steps of their parents and teachers to the school. And teachers distinctively dressed to contrast themselves from students walk at a slower stern pace with straight necks. Streets full of vehicles of middle class debt owners, creating traffic jams at cross roads. Lawyers crossing the road dressed in white shirts, and black overcoats, resembling the truth that they try to reveal or conceal on the witness stand. Hospitals, shops, factories of cooperates attracting crowds like gigantic magnets in junkyards, imitating  beehives or anthills.

Crowded district

Through this mass mess you travel towards your workplace and wonder what's all with this. It feels like a whimsical dream. Where and why all of these crowds move? Deluded by stories made by their ancestors and peers. They wear trousers shirts and belts, golden glistening ornaments that appreciated by others who belongs to same clan. Without a clue to why and how and what is their purpose. Isn't this another cycle of growth and prosperity of baptised penguins? You wonder into the deep chasms of philosophical argument of Anatolie Frances novel "Penguin Island", while experiencing the clothed cultured flock of pengiuins first hand.

Story of a freedom Nut

The car you're driving speeds in suburbs 40km per hour. Just like the growth of the society, riding the exponential curve. Yet you realise you're just a nut, plain, metal, dirty nut, inside the engine, holding one piece of metal glued to the frame. Nut has nothing to do with the movement, yet nuts together with other pieces makes movement possible. A nut is not independent, although it can dream about freedom, and write about it. Yet if a nut wishes to be free, there is no choice but to step out of the car, which will halt any movement or progression. As far as other nuts concerned from that point onwards, a freedom nut would cease to exist. He will be replaced by a similar nut. And nobody would stop to be with the nut who decided to step out of the car. You imagine yourself desserted by the moving car by the road side. Getting rusty by the weather and falling into eternal boringness of the still universe.

Not wanting happiness

You feel like the solo nut who chose to stay still. Once you chose to stay and watch, you see the illusion of movement and its absurdity. You label it as "Not wanting Happiness". It is like you have got ridden of the parasite of success within you forever. Wanting movement and reaching destinations had been the way of your problem solving for ages. "Not feeling wants" is your new definition of life. Who cares about the pile of files on your desk today, that you have to archive. Who cares about dirty laundry you have to do today after work. Who cares about hunger or thirst or you'd die by the road in five days. Even if you do, during those five day you'd still be free of wantings. There would be no wanting or not wanting to make a living, be happy, or be a legend. Pure existence in its natural form, without a will to carry on it will cease to exist like decayed lost nut.