This post was inspired by Weekend Writing Prompt #485: This weekend challenge is to write a poem or a piece of prose in exactly 21 words using the word “Screen”.
My heart is my inner screen
Not the black and white screen,
but the colourful screen.
It’s big,
it’s wide,
it’s always on.
A little scratch would pass.
A big scratch would ring an alarm,
A smash would turn it off,
until recovery,
until the moment my heart nudges me:
“hay, I’ve got a new screen,
and true, pretty colours again.”
With heart and screen thoughts,
Nahla
P.s. As always, I went over the limit, but I couldn’t disturb the flow of my thoughts.
What’s a common misconception people have about happiness?
Today, happiness has different standards.
Have you heard this common comment lately?
Honestly, I don’t know what to say, or whether it’s said out of blindness, selfishness, or what else.
But… look around these days and you will see how happiness has become so sensual, so material, so selfish, and so fake.
It turns into a big, fancy castle built from lies and pretences; a place some people spend their whole lives building. They live inside it, seeking protection, until it collapses over their heads. And then, they spend the rest of their lives buried under misery, regret, and loss.
Unfortunately, in most cases, social media plays the main role in shaping this messy version of happiness. It makes things worse by planting fake seeds of fake happiness. It keeps pushing those crème “elites” to the front, above everything and everyone else. Those with shiny smiles, dazzling fame, great power, and unlimited cash have been presented as the idols of absolute happiness.
And you gape, you make a wish, and you follow suit.
The blind leading the blind, heading nowhere.
The selfish ego swells and swells until it bursts.
And one day, you wake up; your head heavy and buzzing. You hold your head in your hands, wanting nothing but comfort and relief. Then suddenly, you glace at a short note nearby. Your blurry eyes clear as you begin to read:
‘You’ve never been happy, yet you can be. Happiness is neither loud nor glamorous. And, it never comes different standards.’ The note was signed: true happiness.
So… will you agree when others say today’s happiness has different standards?
As for me, I still believe that… happiness can be as simple as a bird’s nest, as pure as snowflakes, and as genuine as a mother’s prayer.
