Cocoons

Today, I'm on an expressing spree. This might be an indication of opening up to communication, which wasn't the case a few days ago... It's always when people are happy that they want to open up.

People are always hungry for happiness- when it exists, they secretly pray that it should stay longer; when it doesn't, they crave for it from the bottom of their hearts. When they are happy, they proclaim to the world as to its cause, effect, consequence... and rejoice its mere presence... Otherwise, it's their little melancholy cocoon that comes to the rescue- helping them hide from the world. Hiding from the world isn't necessarily bad- it helps the person recover from a disastrous event that might have shaken him to a great extent, it goes further to help the world run away from the wrath it might be subjected to, considering the agitated state of mind that the person might possess.

When they do hide, they again seek happiness (Remember the hunger then? The same one.) and mind you, happiness is tricky, because it's relative- people might take a peek-a-boo from the cocoon once a while, to see happy (or apparently happy) people outside- people who are genuinely happy plus the ones who adamantly refuse to get into their respective cocoons. You can't blame the cocooners again- it's human nature- to constantly look at others... and compare. It's all relative anyway. Some other times, when they peer outside the cocoon, they look out for people- loved ones- to call out to them. Or may be for the loved ones to glance toward the cocoon and wonder where he went and why? But, those loved ones might have been busy with life, routine is addictive... they might be in their own little cocoons, looking out for others to help... they might not really be the ones that loved, but the ones loved by the cocooner. It may all be cumulative, a bigger challenge. But such is life.

Everything is a puzzle: people in mazes, emotions in a flux, wrong signals having fun... and hope fighting its way through the playfully alternating drudgery and despair. But without such labyrinths, we would all be bored- either within the cocoon or outside... Even after realising how much subsequent sorrow the present happiness can bring, people will still crave for it, people will still run to their cocoons, people will still hopefully peer outside, people will still wonder why loved ones aren't wondering where they went...

If not for emotions, life would be dead, nay?