The means to happiness are abundant

Look into my eyes and see the Lovecraftian horror of the fractures that run through my soul and out the other side. Recoil in horror, and as you do I will know that my pain is real. And I will hold my darkness as an altar to my past pain, so that others still will see it and recoil, and I will again know that it is real.

There is nothing more difficult to let go of that the dark places that we show to others to prove to them the depth of the horrors of our past traumas.

There is nothing that seems more to be “us” than our suffering, so we cling to our suffering even after having let go of all else. We cling to the one thing that we are seeking to end. It is not about finding the means to unending happiness. The means are abundant. It is: are we willing to become happy?