A hamster in its wheel

Oh silly happiness seeker, dreaming about an illusion. The illusion is eating your brain like the maggots are feasting from the carcasse’s flesh. Why are you longing for chimeras? Why can’t you just be, without projections neither desire, and you can see that the thing that you are looking for in the world exists inside of you, in the form of peace and stillness. You are already there, only unaware of it.
This world feeds out of people’s desire for happiness. Just like little mice in their wheels; powering and empowering the matrix with every craving and desire.

And when they’ve found that “happiness” they’ll have to taste disappointment again, cause whatever they’ve found is but temporary. If they (we) would know all this deep inside themselves they wouldn’t pray to gods anymore, but gods will pray to them, since the shackles of ignorance will be shattered by surrendering desires, the true Godliness will emerge.
I am myself a mouse in its wheel ; and the harder I try to reach my goals, the more exhausted I am, and the result invariably the same: failure. If the poor mouse would be able to realize that there’s nowhere to go, neither anything to achieve, in that very second the mouse will be God.