Pursuit of Happiness

December 21, 2008 § 8 Comments


Why do you smile-
when you see no direction?
How can you love all the while-
when you feel no affection?
Perhaps, happiness
is waiting around the bend:
A prestigious job to miss,
an idea to set a trend…
A place of paradise
to spend with love,
able to reach fortune—so nice
somewhere above…


Take time to break free.
A flight to nowhere
in the end, you’ll see
may lead to somewhere.
You are your own pilot, too,
flying through poor visibility…
See people counting on you.
Find and keep our true ability.
So smile and laugh a little…
Let all worries part for a day.
Enjoy the little things in life’s riddle;
Your happiness can be found today.


© Sonya Rose

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§ 8 Responses to Pursuit of Happiness

  • Jon Norland says:

    Thanks. I needed to read these words today.

    Two years ago I read you all of the time. I was in awe of your stylistic abilities. Somewhere along the way I lost track of you, the link to your blog was broken. Today I googled, and there you were.

    I started at the top of your blog and worked my way down. This was the first poem that touched me. Either you have changed, I have changed, your poetry has changed, or all of the above – most likely the latter.

    Your style used to leave me in awe. The poems I have read today seem to put content above style. They are nice, but I am disappointed. Expectations destroy our serenity. I expected the poetry you were writing two years ago. I found the poetry you are writing now.

    I’ve changed blog names and screen names 3 times since last I left a comment, so if my name is not one you remember it is because I made it up this year.

    I came looking for stylistic techniques, hoping to breathe some life in my writing. I found this lovely little poem instead.

    Thank you for this poem. It is good that what we seek and what we find are not always the same thing.

  • Sonya Rose says:

    I wrote 100s of poems over the years since a child. These were written years ago on scrap paper. The ones you read even two years ago were not written all in that same year, some as far back as 1990.

    Not sure how to inspire you or how I have in the past. Maybe you should turn your lights off, shut down your mind for awhile; then, look for a light. This country is in recession and depression, what do you expect? So is my brain for a long time. I’ll let you know when I snap out of it…Meantime, I post all my recent thoughts on MySpace.

    Have an inspiring year. It’s time to be really creative. We almost need to be–to make ends meet.

  • Sonya Rose says:

    I was going to delete my earlier comment because I wrote it in such a hurry without thinking on the negative impact of it. Then, someone just now threw me this article in my inbox:

    A Smithsonian Magazine Interview with Eric G. Wilson on “Why the pursuit of happiness naturally includes melancholy”.

    To fully express ourselves, we should have no fear to delve deep into that dark realm of negativity as well as positivity.

    Maybe, the reason why I hadn’t been interested in any specific writing style because I wasn’t interested, period … maybe, we are not meant to stand out all the time … like, “Hey, I’m over here! How do I appear? Hey, why don’t you look at me! I can write poetry!” … maybe, we are meant to blend in more and hold each other’s hands, hold each other up from falling … (I just read this evening on my friend’s blog “And Still I Rise” by Maya Angelou. It’s good! http://www.entropy.in/and-still-i-rise/). Enjoy~

  • Jon Norland says:

    I happened to trip across this tonight. I can’t believe I wrote what I wrote to you. It was so negative. I owe you an apology. I don’t know what I was trying to say, but whatever it was, I said it very badly.

    I think I was trying to distinguish between the subject matter of a poem and its style. I have been amazed by your stylistic abilities. I can’t think of a non-professional poet i have read on the web who has your stylistic sense and control (I assume this is an avocation for you).

    Looking at the date, it was the day after Christmas. I am one of those people who goes into a deep funk at Christmastime. Sorry for any negative criticism. You don’t deserve it.

  • Sonya Rose says:

    Hey Jon,

    I wrote this poem when I was in my early 20s. I had the whole world ahead of me. Now, well over a decade later, I see how short it can be and many of my dreams are gone. They could never be attained no matter how hard I tried or fought for it. Somethings’ are just not meant to be or events take place out of our control. Which I’m not sure that we are ever in control…

    Yesterday afternoon, I was walking the ocean with the sun on my face. Listening to the sound of the waves, children laughing, and dogs barking … I was looking so forward for this day–Today a new President Obama and Vice-President Biden gets inaugurated. Suddenly, I saw a new life for me. The American Dream maybe possible still for me and others like me. My hope was strong as the birds that flew over my head and seem to follow me…

    Then, I came home and heard the most horrible news. This poem is a fairytale. I was young when I wrote it and had the tendency to sugar coat things. Psychology a poem doesn’t make you feel any better.

    True happiness is found in seconds, in minutes; but, never into an entire day or through my lived experiences. There’s always joy and pain.

    I’m not going to try to make sense of all of it, the suffering. It will eat me up inside…

    Btw, Christmas time is difficult for a lot of people. Just some of us are better at covering up the pain felt inside from whatever it is that ails us, all the losses we have endured…

    All my Best,
    Sonya Rose

  • Jon Norland says:

    I was a nihilist in my early 20s, or close to it. I never thought I’d live to be thirty, but I did. I spent 8 years in my first career and it was quite an adventure, but getting very painful towards the end.

    I cleaned myself up, got into good physical shape (I was Dorian Gray’s picture) restored my mental faculties by going to grad school and getting a masters in engineering, and hit the world of cubicles and computers for 17 years.

    That was my second career. Then, while living in San Diego, making enough money to own a sea-going boat tied up in Mission Bay year round, I had a paragliding accident and became disabled.

    Now I’m in limbo. I’m waiting for technology to improve to the point where I can work again. My doctors keep telling me “Wait a few more years, the technology will be there.” I’ve waited 8 years.

    True happiness does not last, in my experience. I agree with you there. But there is something more satisfying than personal happiness in my humble opinion.

    Allow me to indulge myself by quoting a favorite poem of mine, called “Wanting”

    “I wanted grace, a foolish wish,
    Confused that it’s the same as bliss.
    I wanted peace, oh silly me,
    Instead I got serenity.

    “I wanted love, it was too late,
    To learn it’s more than not to hate.
    What I found is out of fashion,
    Satisfied, I learned compassion.”

    Your poetry tells me that you overflow with compassion.

  • Sonya Rose says:

    That’s really beautiful, Jon, “Wanting”. Thanks for sharing.

    I guess that we all continue to want something which appears so out of reach at times, in our darkest moments … we continue to wait and wait and wait for what we hold deepest in our hearts.

    Have you ever seen “The Terminal” (2004)? Directed by Steven Spielberg. With Tom Hanks, Catherine Zeta-Jones, Stanley Tucci…

    Reflects on something you have … The Patience of a Saint. I will say a prayer that a miracle shall come…

    Hey, speaking of enlightening things, I just finished capturing 2 hours of footage from Valley of Fire for my next poetry video. (It keeps my mind flowing away from things which plague me.) Now, I have to edit the final product. The Fun Part! I must admit that I’m going back and forth on the ending. I don’t know why but, I always have trouble with endings.

  • Sonya Rose says:

    Maybe, the reason why I have trouble with endings because there really is never an ending, just a transfer of two thoughts, two worlds, etc.

    My aunt, who I admired so, died yesterday in her sleep. She wrote poetry as well.

    For years, I was bothered that my poetry wasn’t intellectual enough to gain respect . It was just a closet of nails. Then, this morning, I woke up from a dream realizing there is no purpose to intelligent poetry. Intelligence + energy are the same = 0.

    I had a hard time accepting some of my life’s circumstances, my environment, myself in it, too; but, I wonder, can a simple-minded soul carry on better? … Accept better “what is”?

    Maybe, what brings on happiness is acceptance.

    We can surrender our self-awareness to someone else or something else that may not be the best for us, driven out of unconscious fears or feeling lost or weak.

    This American Dream we all dream of … well, most of us don’t have the means available to fulfill it (morally). Many righteous things are blocked from us, like education or whatever maybe dear to us … or just deprived of legitimate resources to better our lives in some way or another.

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