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Happiness—a concept that at first glance seems to promise ultimate fulfillment, embodying the desires and hopes every human dreams of. But what if this happiness, which people so tirelessly chase, conceals something unsettling, something they instinctively fear yet cannot abandon? Deep down, there’s an intuition that happiness, though blissful, though enchanting, has another side—dark, cold as the unexplored depths of the ocean, pulling like an abyss from which there is no escape. The nightmare of happiness—that’s how one might describe this feeling, which at first seems like the most beautiful thing, only to slowly transform into a prison woven from illusions.
Imagine a world where every desire is fulfilled, every dream realized, and every thought of suffering seemingly erased. Wouldn’t that be ideal? And yet, within this vision lies something unnerving, something that stirs an undercurrent of dread. When everything a person wants is granted, they cease to feel reality. Happiness becomes not a substance, but an empty form—a beautiful, yet faded image that loses meaning. Such happiness is like a dream that traps the mind, preventing it from seeing the true world—a world where every smile has its cost and every act of joy is woven with a thread of sorrow.
In the nightmare of happiness, every moment of joy is like a mirror that reveals more than we can comprehend. It’s an illusion, glittering like crystal, yet at the same time fragile, ready to shatter into a thousand shards at the slightest touch. Happiness seems to be a promise that is never fulfilled, and the closer you get to it, the faster it slips away. In this endless pursuit, there is no end or relief—only an unceasing tension, a subtle trembling of the soul, which yearns for something it will never attain.
Consider the glow of happiness when it is in full bloom. See how a spark lights up the eyes, how a smile blooms on the face, how the body relaxes, as if it has, for a moment, forgotten everything else. But just behind that light, in the shadow of joy, something elusive lurks—a shadow that cannot be seen at first glance. It is the shadow of desire, a desire deeper than surface delights, a craving that knows no boundaries. Every moment of happiness is laced with the anxiety that this beauty will soon vanish, shattering into pieces, leaving behind only emptiness.
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The nightmare of happiness is also an insatiable hunger—a hunger that knows no peace. It seems that every joy we feel demands another, even greater, even more intense. Each fulfilled desire opens the door to the next, and beyond it waits yet another. It’s a relentless, eternal chase for something that will never fully be achieved. Like a mirage in the desert, happiness seems within arm’s reach, yet always one step further. It’s a pursuit that exhausts the soul, draining all its strength, leaving only an echo of past joy—a void that knows no end.
In this illusory vision of happiness, every joy is simultaneously a warning. Every fulfilled desire is a reminder that the more we obtain, the less we can feel. Happiness becomes cold, almost inhuman, as one continues to seek new sensations to fill the emptiness that can never be fully filled. It becomes like the glow of the moon—beautiful but devoid of warmth, like a distant trace of something that once existed and now is only a memory.
And when the moment of awakening arrives, when you suddenly realize that this happiness you’ve pursued for so long was only an illusion, you feel something beyond disappointment. It’s a feeling that terrifies, for you realize that the nightmare of happiness is not an endless sequence of ecstatic moments, but this cold emptiness that lies behind every moment of fulfillment. It’s a feeling that entraps, compelling you to continue the chase, even though each subsequent moment brings less joy and more bitterness.
The nightmare of happiness also harbors loneliness. The closer you are to achieving what you desire, the more you realize that you cannot share it. Happiness is something so personal, so deeply rooted in the soul, that it becomes unspeakable, hidden from the world. It is a beauty that no one will see, a charm that no one else will appreciate. Every act of joy feels solitary, as if it were nothing but an empty form, a reflection in a mirror that does not show truth, but only a facade.
And so, when you stand at the edge of this journey, you look back and see that what once appeared to be joy was merely a dream that was never meant to come true. The nightmare of happiness offers no comfort, no peace, only leaves scars—subtle traces of what could have been but never will be. It’s a reminder that true happiness is more than fulfilled desires, that real fulfillment is not a fleeting elation, but a lasting presence that cannot be found in glittering illusions.
The nightmare of happiness is life in the shadow of a desire that knows no rest.
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