Happy Cocoon

Chasing happiness is a fruitless journey.
Pleasure is the elixir that touches you lips and leaves you thirsty for more once the glass is drained.
Happiness, pleasure, they are a means, not an end.
We are not supposed to lay down our arms once we have won them.
They are good things, there is no doubt to that.
But they are the signposts that lead us on to the prize.
It is easy to get caught up in happiness.
In the pleasure the world brings.
The world is beautiful and wonderfully distracting.
We blind ourselves with it, we are satisfied by its beauty.
Until the wonder of God and His grace shatters our blindness.
Makes us see that the pleasure we thought would make us happy really points up to Him.
The only source of something greater than happiness.
The source of joy.
Joy that comes tearing through our happy, pretend cocoon and shows us the beauty of God and His truth and the world as it should be seen.

"Too late have I loved you, O Beauty so ancient and so new, too late have I loved you! Behold, you were within me while I was outside: it was there that I sought you, and, a deformed creature, rushed headlong upon these things of beauty which you have made. You were with me, but I was not with you. They kept me far from you, those fair things, which, if they were not in you, would not exist at all. You have called to me, and have cried out, and have shattered my deafness. You have blazed forth with light, and have shone upon me, and you have put my blindness to flight!"

  ~ Confessions, Saint Augustine