THE REMAINS OF HAPPINESS

Yesterday, I was watching a series on television. A happy couple (rich of course) is going to be married and found its ideal house.

The couple is outside the house and look at it, like the swimming pool and the penthouse reflect the happiness. And watching this scene, remember all these “objects of happiness” in all these future happy houses.

Till now, I go to divorced woman houses and drink coffee in the same cups that so carefully had chosen for the new house. A white excellent cup, a porcelain plate, the whole set for eat, for tea, for deserts. An expensive towel in the bathroom, a 100% cotton sheet on the bed, the decoration things chosen one by one by the couple or by the friends of it in the living room.

Objects that was firming the future happiness. That would take part in an ideal life full of love, comprehension and compassion.

And while you are waiting for the cup to be broken, love breaks. And people become from couple, single. And one of them keeps the objects.

Every time I have to drink my coffee in one ex-happy cup, my heart is tightening and every time I see an open cupboard with all this stuff, I am ready to cry.

Finally, the objects are stronger than happiness (?)

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