Jargogled Impressions.

The strands of happiness we cling on to are desperate attempts at morphing meaning into nothingness. Viktor Frankl said that it’s the very pursuit of happiness that thwarts happiness. And yet, the presumed efforts around “being happy” engulfs us everyday in its maelstorm of cowardly activities, sprinkling its mundane essence across the very fabric of our existence. This aloofness, a distinct sense of alienation that somebodyism exhibits, make for a tantalizing display of self-aggrandizement and narcissistic humblebragging. The more refined your observations become the greater the danger of recoiling into your own world, an inner sanctum of self-created apostles of higher living and consciousness. A conflict thus arises between growth and happiness which is difficult to marry together. What then, becomes the ideal response to wade off the imminent desolation?