Happiness

What's happiness?

It's something I sometimes really miss.

Didn't have it for long,

Everything felt so wrong.

Hoped to find it someday,

Didn't know when.

It was a beautiful dream,

That I had back then.

I wanted to run,

I wanted to quit.

I wanted to hide.

I needed someone by my side.

There was barely anyone,

Even though there were more than one.

What it's like having someone and also not,

I know.

An opportunity came,

To flee,

To escape,

To find even a tiny sliver of peace and happiness,

I took it.

I left,

I moved away,

From the sadness.

Or so I thought.

Thing about this kind of unhappiness,

Is that it doesn't quite leave you.

It follows you where you go,

It sometimes just has a slightly lesser power on you than it did before.

So if you ask me,

Does removing yourself from an unhappy situation,

Make you happy?

I'd say, no. Not always.

You choose your happiness.

You choose how much something affects you.

Being surrounded by pain and sadness so often,

Makes you tougher and resistant to it all eventually.

From crying all night,

Wishing for something right,

You feel the pain start to leave,

As anger and frustration take over.

Who says we're happy now?

Who says that unhappiness has left us?

Who says sadness won't return even if it has left?

It's up to us to find the happiness in the little things we do or experience.

Being glad about hanging out with a friend who makes you laugh,

Or a long walk without a destination while listening to your favourite music,

Or something as simple as an ice cream after a long day of college,

Just because.

For us to continue living and not just survive,

We should find the small joys in this very mundane life of ours.

The unhappiness will come and go,

That's life.