Consumed by the Happiness You Seek

It’s absolutely everywhere you look, driven by a never ending search for the elusive of all emotions.  Like the proverbial bejeweled pot at the end of rainbows we are obsessed with finding lasting happiness, forever joy.

​In part due to a period of unprecedented technologically accelerated human evolution, striving to be happy has taken on a monster proportion persona.  All backed by a commodity fueled global market the bloated buses have already careered over the cliff of consumption.

Funny thing about us humans, it appears that we are dumbly blindsided when it comes to chasing the feel good chemicals. Our disaster switch is perpetually in the off position.  It’s as if we are very simply designed to default to a no choice, gorge ourselves to death and consume everything else that we can get our shaking digits on to give ourselves a daily hit.  

As religions and institutions crack and crumble and as nations collide and crash our rush to fill the vacuum is pushing the happiness throttle to wide open, full speed and limitless regions.  All forms of spiritualism are back-filling old faith based standards, those fear, hope, wrath and punishment philosophies that have proven to be nothing more than corrupt self-serving servants of me and mine.  Politics and politicians have been exposed and seen for what they have in common with Church and State.  No wonder the happy pill has become more valuable than ever.

Searching for the illusion is unfortunately growing, speeding, spreading.  It’s wrapped in stuff, stuffed in visuals, visible in the machines that dominate our lives, dominant in the Nano seconds of our days.  It’s finally become everything that our lives are searching for.  The search is not the issue; it’s the dependence on the most elusive drug.  That’s the problem.

We are most definitely ghosts in our machine, drinking from the machine, fighting for the machine, born into and dying from the machine.  Pleading with the machine for just one more hit.  Just one more and one more and one more, consumed by the machines, while you forlornly seek and search for something that you will never ever be allowed to possess.

Lest you break free from the insanity.