An insight

My mind often experiences convulsions wherein it presumes itself as the dictator and customizes licenses for itself. It is then that i feel Lost, as we call it, or may be once again the mind, with all its power, names it so.

I begin to experience the change in my attitude towards things which i would have dealt with in a manner completely different, had it not been for the situation. I am no longer happy but neither am i sad.

Is happiness the result of the mind's freedom for indulgence? Or is it the result of freedom from one's own indulgent mind? The vicious thought-emotion-desire cycle, with my knowledge, subjugates my existence and its purpose. 

But then, a state of detachment from anything to everything i possess, serves as an aide, to much an extent. And it arrives with its own risks. There is always a possibility that i become too dormant or expressionless towards emotions around me.

I believe, its the struggle to attain a near balance between these is what they call, ethereal living. And as I traverse this path of the beginningless towards the endlessness, it still remains unanswered...

Is happiness a cultivated attitude of the mind?

Or is it the outcome of internal being, unrelated to mind?