I really wonder if happiness is so elusive to us... or have we been too dumb to know better?

It's like looking through the window of a fancy restaurant... being enticed by the smells, wishing we were inside but knowing all the goodies, though tempting, are not good for us. It gives us stomach aches, it makes us sick.

We walk away, not wanting to succumb to temptation. And yet we find ourselves back at the same place, staring longingly through the same glass... thinking if we could even get a little, we would be happy. Every time the door opens slightly, we're wait in eager anticipation... like some poor beggars... hoping someone would invite us in. To give us a taste of all that we think we are missing. Perhaps once in a while, we do get a chance. :)

But all too soon, we're standing on the outside again. Maybe this is not where we're supposed to be. Maybe we've been standing outside the wrong place... hungry for the wrong things. There could be somewhere else... doors open wide yet we do not know, or fail to see.

Why can't we walk away? Why are we still willing scramble for the few measly crumbs as if it's the best thing in the world?