If happiness comes from no-where, no asset gain or such economic utility, is it happiness at all?
Is it a mirage that we summon to cover up our material failings?
Or is happiness without physicality true happiness?
Is economic utility a lesser plain of enjoyment?
I must answer this, to decide my life. To decide whether I regret, or whether I wither.
Love or wealth, both are a gamble.
I must pursue happiness, but I do not know what such a feeling is.
My head is clouded with oddities.
People are not proud of a love in another, but of wealth, praise is thrown round and jealousy contuses.
Does that jealous diminish the purity of such benefit?
Once I decide, I cannot change. I am tied to my confusion.