The Mirrors Never Lie

I laughed, laughed and passed by. I saw myself in the mirror again; seemed like centuries were behind. After all those questions, after all those idleness, still perplexed, still nostalgic. Ah! beware that I kept growing but losing the answers, that I laughed at myself and the whole world, the whole universe cried. That moment was worth all the adventure, that moment was as precious as the birth before death, or death after perfection. I sacrificed the answer for the sake of the question, it was there; simple, vivid, harsh and sad. I ran away, years and years in the stillness of my abyss solitude, moaning along with the night birds, "I never belonged, I never belonged.....". I laughed, the whole world laughed, birds laughed, and I cried. Never should I have passed by myself; the mirrors never lie.

Happiness

What really matters in our moods or attitudes in life is what those emotions or mentalities convey for us to be better humans, not necessarily how they make us feel. We are facing major issues every single day in our lives, coping with a horrible social and cultural condition. If we are truly a happy and normal person, are not we adjusted to abnormal circumstances? have not we compromised with evil just to be "happy" or "normal"?

Happiness is not worth the ignorance; depression occurs in extreme consciousness.

Humanity is lost wherever the happiness has been the
objective

"Going To The Moon"

"I felt cheated somehow, felt that I had touched for a moment some larger world that had receded again, that had remained as elusive finally as the promise of the tall buildings across the river or of the golden pendulum clock that sat in my mother's dining room."

"and by then I had understood already how hopeless my situation was, how my humiliation was not something that other people did to me but something I carried inside me like a sin, that was there even if other people did not see it."

"so much the promise of all the things I would not have, that I only cried harder, only thought, we'll never go to the moon again, we'll never go to the moon."

Excerpts from the short story "Going To The Moon", by Nino Ricci