As I was walking back to my apartment yesterday, I saw about 20 people at the bus stop, all with their heads down, standing in a circle, looking at their cell phones, and I was amazed, but thought to myself, how sad, people would rather interact with a computer than the people around them. As for myself, I look forward to meeting new people and making human connections, but it seems to not be as easy as it was in the past.
I do not want to live in a World where people cannot say what they mean, speak in codes, or create phantom social media accounts to communicate with others. I like people who are direct, social, and fun. Happiness does not appear to be a single state and the attempts to define it are often reduced to naming what is absent when happiness is being experienced. It would seem that the very foundation of joy requires that either pain or negative emotions are absent.
The beneficial components, however, are often defined as physical pleasure and an overall sense of well-being and meaningfulness. The sense of well-being is largely the result of a flood of dopamine throughout the reward system. This appears to be felt mostly in an area of the pre-frontal cortex, which being a sense of the cohesiveness of all and everything.
When this area is deprived of the necessary neurotransmitters, a person feels depressed and the World appears fragmentary and meaningless. The true villain, however, remains the amygdala, which is always more than ready to generate negative emotions of anxiety, sorrow and fear. Working on something that holds our attention tends to soothe the amygdala, which may account for the popular homily that work is a cure for the blues.
In a World of desire who would come and catch you when you fall in the wind and the fire, who would come to save you? High above any danger locked inside the tower of your mind, dreams are veiled; passion hindered safe from fear and fire. Oh, who will find me in your midnight eyes, I see Summer sunrise. Fly far beyond these silver Winter skies, I see a beautiful life. Oh, come and get away.





