Field of Joy

Many describe it as a beautiful field of delight.
The entire field is covered in flowers.
Blue and clean skies.
The sun is blazing brightly.
As though it were the first day of spring, birds began to chirp.
Jumping around like rabbits may go on forever and ever.
As the critters take pleasure in this lovely location, everything becomes joyful, lively, and joyful.
A gloomy cloud has arrived and is absorbing the sun's rays.
Brings multiple clouds with just one cloud.

Now that the flowers have passed away, weeds have risen in their stead.
The beautiful, blue sky have changed.
The sun no longer emits rays from the sky above; instead, it pours down rain that feels purposeful.
No longer do birds sing like it's the first day of spring.
Rabbits don't feel the urge to hop because they won't continue indefinitely.
Many often compare it to a beautiful field of happiness.

They are unaware that there is a solitary weed in every field of flowers. Over time, this weed multiplies and supplants the flowers, making them appear to have never existed.
There will always be that lone, nearby, little, dark cloud even when the sky is clear and sunny.
Every field has its defect; there is no such thing as a beautiful field of bliss.
Everyone experiences it at some point in their lives.
Once you enter this field, there is no way to leave and no way to make it perfect since there will always be that one weed or cloud standing in the way of your happiness and perfection.