The hollowness of happiness.

The hollowness of happiness.

Often in a dream we see pleasureful things happening. When desires seem coming true, improbables becoming realities and things we adore so much just there in front of us. And then amidst those greatest of feelings we suddenly start realizing that things ain't the way I thought, the happiness is so hollow, the pleasure is so pleasure-less, the joy severely faked and nothing is the way we hoped and anticipated. Nothing as anywhere near completion, near the assumed perfection.

It makes me feel how closely these dreams resemble to our real life. We wish for things and strive to achieve them. But after every climax of the happiness we reach and having the goal realized, we utter with a pale disappointed face "Thats it?"and ask ourselves, "Well, is it all that I was dying for?, "Is it all that kept me so curious, so eager and so longing for so long?"

Happiness is an illusion just like that water layer you see at some distant travelling on an asphalt road on a sunny hot day. You see it beautiful, shining and reflective from far. But Pity! you start chasing it and as soon as you reach it, you lose it.