The grey

Ripping through wrapping paper, there was always something exhilarating about that crisp, shear sound. Those moments were pure bliss, with endless possibilities for what was waiting beneath the decorative covering. The feeling that you are so close to being united with this idea, this expectation, this gift, this missing piece of your life. Then you finally see it. Your heart stops, for just a brief moment. You faint, and allow yourself to fall to your back. You lie down staring at the ceiling with an ear to ear grin plastered on your face. This is it. This is happiness. This is what you've been waiting for. You have now crossed that threshold where you can live each coming day, with an unbeatable feeling of absolute joy. A whisp quickly breezes through your mind. Is this typical? Are you doing this because you are supposed to do this? The only way to attain happiness is to fit into the expectation of how happiness is achieved. You have seen it acted out so many times. So is that a