It’s not the sadness that hurts; it’s the shift. That sudden drop from happiness into sadness, the moment when the bubble of illusion bursts, and you hit the ground of reality. Happiness is an illusion. It feels sweet, comforting, and eternal until you try to hold it. Then it slips through your fingers like air.

Emotions are like viruses. No matter how hard you try, you end up getting infected. It’s funny how other people’s happiness makes you happy, and their sadness makes you sad. Is it attachment, or just consciousness, that infects you? And what’s the antidote? Numb your soul so you feel nothing at all, or just isolate yourself?

Sometimes I think it’s too much consciousness that ruins it all, the inability to feel anything lightly. You dive so deep into every emotion that you lose sight of where it began. It becomes a loop with no exit, a mind too aware for its own peace.

You start to realise it’s a kind of disease, one with no cure. You have to feel everything you think, and think about everything you feel. And what you think… is nothing but the noise your mind keeps making.

And still, somehow, you love that noise.

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