Sometimes, walking day by day, I ask myself: Am I happy?

Am I really happy? Sometimes I am, sometimes I'm not

Doesn't mean I'm not sad or anything, just means I'm not always at a 100%

That's normal, I would consider it almost impossible to be 100% happy all the time

Why do I ask this, well, I wish I had the answer for asking, but I don't

Probably because of curiosity, I always ask myself questions

Is there an answer for everything that's on my mind?

Sadly, no, and sometimes there's never a concrete answer to anything

But there's an enjoyment of this, to the uncertainty, to what you may never know

Recently, the question of whether you could ever find total peace came to mind

It took some thought, but then I realized that it's not possible

Total peace doesn't exist, because we, as humans, need some type of destruction

When something is so serene, it's flat, it's boring, it's un-amusing

And by destruction, it means imperfect, that there will be noise, disruption

So, the question may be: Can you find the balance between peace & destruction?

As I keep myself on foot, to find a solution, I know at least I find happiness in asking

Curiosity will always keep me awake, looking for the answer

There may not be a solution, but it's not about that, it's about the thrill of not knowing

The thrill of wanting to know, and expanding on it

So It'll be back to walking, day by day, looking for myself

While I still can't find me, I'll keep looking.