When I first met you, I strongly believed your mission in this world was entirely to feel beloved. As your innocence kept vanishing after your experience through life, I became convinced that what you really strived for was pure success, to be admired and envied. Finally, I have realized that love, power and other means such as freedom, money, joy, sex or dreams are just excuses where you have been hiding all the way, while being too proud to yell out that what you really want is as simple as just being happy.
It is OK, I understand you are afraid to exhibit your pursuit of happiness because you were betrayed by your expectations too many times, which pushed you to become cautious. I see it, when you talk to your colleagues or friends you never dare to mention happiness, but instead you speak about unsubstantial aspirations that in case of reaching, will just lead you to another new ones. Countless times I warned you about becoming too enthusiastic when everything was going all right. Tirelessly, every time you were exorbitantly happy I tried to teach you how to be humble and enjoy in silence, you never understood that your happiness was as ephemeral as each of your breaths. You always committed the same mistake as the one that goes to buy food while starving; in the peaks of your happiness you drew a Utopian future and purchased too many unrealistic dreams. Then, when the sense of realism came back, it was already too late to withdraw those pernicious desires. You never listened to the advice I gave you every time you swam in grief after shopping wrong again: seize your dreams, collect results.
Driven by frustration, as many others you fell into the trap of pretension. You assumed if you were above the rest of the people you would be out of the reach of the ghost of sorrow. Don’t you remember by chance, how I tried to explain you that success is a complex path that you would start walking with a crowd of supporters by your side, but the sacrifices you would be forced to make would result in walking every day lonelier? I hope you keep in mind how I tried to urge you not to betray what you are, to become what you want to be. And at last, do not tell me you forgot how I tried to make you understand that in the unlikely case you attain success, you will then realize that most of the people that started to walk with you quitted your side, either because they did not believe in you, or because they did believe too much.
Finally, I see you seeking desperately for feeling esteemed. You want to convince yourself that you are a good person, worth loving and caring about, but you know that you need seeing other people around thinking so to really believe it yourself. I remember well when you had your first kiss and I tried to teach you to love and not to possess, to feel and not to fake, to let go and not to retain. You kept on aiming to control what was happening with what you wanted it to be, not noticing that the way it actually was, did not really matter that much. There were astonishing moments to celebrate and you were there so many times, but really present so very few. Everything would have been so much easier just if you had understood at once that the value of love is something that works in the present time and never in the future or in the past.
You, my friend, you disappoint me for showing such discouragement after each of my lessons. I, Deception, I will not stop till you understand that happiness, success and love are sorely a matter of perspective. I will not give up till I make you comprehend that the better we communicate and understand each other, the sooner I will gladly vanish to let you fight alone in your clandestine pursuit of happiness.