Free writing.

Happy. Happiness. It’s a common and foreign topic to me. I thought I knew what it is and what it means to me but the more I think about it the more I find I don’t know what it is. Is that strange? Did I not have the “right” influences to “teach” me what happiness is suppose to be or what it looks like? Or maybe that is the purpose. When you experience something for yourself it stays with you, like an imprint. Okay, this is starting to sound like a dairy lol. My five mins are almost up, but the ‘happy city’ can never exist. If we were all happy- happy would mean nothing therefore the concept to create an urban city for happiness is the same idea to try to find the meaning of life or what happens after death. Its just… too individual? I don’t know. : /