When you started asking what is happiness,
what is love,
what is freedom,
people will answer with no mere than questions.

“Why are you asking? Are you unhappy? unloved? not free enough?”
“You’ve had a job, a house, a husband, you should know what happiness means, no?”
“Love? What, indeed, is love?”

No.
It’s not that I am unhappy, or unloved, or un-free.
even if I do, I know I am the one who keep me from all those feelings (are those even called feelings? or those are concepts? invented by human to keep their life..meaningful?)

Maybe,
It’s funny isn’t? If you think about “Maybe” it’s a much destructive word than a “No”,
why?
Maybe, gives a person a hope in the chance.
a chance of 50-50.
In the end, if they got the unexpected half, they would despair more than if they would’ve been told right from the start, a simple word of “No”

but Maybe is all I can offer right now,
because like most people, my hopes are in the chance.

Maybe,
each person have to have their own definition of happiness,
like each has their definition of success.
and so does love,
and freedom,
No one else can free you, but yourself.
If you can’t love yourself, then you won’t be able to love others.

or maybe, as dear brother, told me, happiness just an illusion.
Illusion that does not make the feeling less real.

Ah, I am stepping to the dangerous zone.
but I have to admit, the view is quite something .

You might ask, why is it dangerous?
Because, indeed, once you have asked the questions, you would start to question yourself,
of the life that you had,
of the love you adores and admires
of the simple question,

Am I happy?

“And thus, they lived happily ever after..”