Air travels around us, always, circulating each and every one of us, constantly. Going in, sustaining the flesh, sustaining the organs, supplying what is needed for this, this thing called, life. Out it goes, liberating itself only to be used who knows how many times, by who knows how many of all who roam this earth.
So similar to air are so many of us on this planet. Being used as a form of necessity. Told of our importance, for survival but not of our own. How truly needed are we for the survival of others? How truly needed are we for the happiness of others? Can happiness then ultimately be considered selfish?
We are told how we are loved, how much we enrich a life, how important we are when it comes to making someone happy, we for some reason seem to have so much control in others emotions, and that is making me wonder do we even know what makes us truly happy in the first place? Does the happiness of one depend on the life of another? How can one be giving happiness to others when those who need us to be happy are causing the exact opposite feeling within us?
Are we capable of surviving with out needing people?
Oh how my brain goes insane at times.
Love,
Lola
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