The Voice sighed. Every time…
“If that is what you wish – and I repeat that you said ‘I just want to be happy’ – then it can be arranged. But if your only experience is happiness, you will be forever denied the richness of life. Do you understand me?”
The man held up his hand, as if to stop The Voice in its tracks. The man’s ears were deaf to all explanations. His mind had been made up long ago.
“I know what I want. Deliver it.”
The final words sealed his fate. The door opened and the man ran from the room, eager to meet his destiny.
The Voice remained silent. There was nothing to say. Removing all causes of negativity from the man’s life would render him happy, but not for long. Once he arrived home to a house with no wife and children to welcome him, a phone with no parents or friends to receive his call… well, his choice had been made.
The Voice knew. Each thing that brings us happiness also brings us pain. Equally, remove all sources of pain and our happiness soon evaporates.
Such is the way of the world.
Such a shame that once the man had made his decision, there was no turning back. He had embarked on a fool’s errand.
The Voice wondered if he himself would ever stop searching for the wise man, his own personal rainbow.
Perhaps The Heart would know.