Elusive

I've been watching U2's Glastonbury performance on TV, and they've just played I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For. Bloody hell, tell me about it. The elusiveness of happiness. When I think I might have a chance of finding it, it shape-shifts and slips through my fingers. Maybe it's because I don't deserve it, who knows? Maybe it's just an illusion, and isn't obtainable by any means, like trying to snare a shadow. Maybe I'm just facing the wrong way, and it's standing behind me, waiting patiently for me to turn and face it, reach out and embrace it. Maybe this is it, and I can't recognise it for what it is.

Be happy, everyone.

Love & best wishes to all

Sammy B