The Bees are Busy

We run. We run after happiness. But happiness is a funny thing. It continues to elude us.
We face obstacles. In the pursuit of happiness. Thinking life'll become easy.But it never does. And hapiness continues to elude us.
We become busy. We forget the pain and the frustrations. Thinking we will get some reward out of it. Something does come to us. But hapiness. It continues to elude us.
Our paths converge and diverge. But once they diverge, only chance can make them converge.
We become like bees. Always searching for the honeypot which'll forever continue to elude us.

Compromises!

You compromise once... then you compromise again....and then the compromises become routine. Every wish you have is compromised. Each moment which'll give you some joy goes farther away. Further and further away from your grasp. That's the law of nature. Like change. If you don't compromise ever you'll never have to do that. Otherwise it becomes a constant.

But one has to break the shackles. But one has to get released from this vicious cycle. Somehow. Anyhow.

Life

Whats Life?

A thing or a masterpiece. Most probably none of them. But Life is tough. You can bear it, take it on your chin and move on. Maybe if you laugh at it, you'll get some joy for a little while. 

And life does surprise and it does dissapoint. And life gives you a high and then knocks you down.

And then we can only wish the disappointments away and wait for the tide to turn. And then wait for the sun to rise after a long dark night.