# Can the harvest be separated from its toil?

When i was a teenager, by #God's grace alone, despite the deep inner pain i knew that i was circling, homing in on something in tighter concentric circles. Back then i just didn't want to feel anything because all i felt was emotional pain.

I knew i could not find happiness in things or people and it took a while to realise i couldn't find it in higher ideals like karma or religion.

It's been a long journey and it just looks longer now than i thought it would be. I'm guessing that those concentric circles just keep getting tighter and never end except in the grave?

Right now happiness is a choice, nothing more or to be found. A choice every waking minute of the day. Each minute like a brick added to a wall, life the overall impression.