I’m cold. Inside out.
Why is it so difficult to embrace Happiness when it comes?
What is this apprehension that comes along with it?
It seems to me that contentment in Happiness is never quite fully there, because at the back of our minds, there always lurks a doubt.
A doubt that Happiness is only temporary and will run out before we know it.
Like delicate sand running through deft fingers.
A voice will whisper ‘it’s too good to be true.’
All good things come to an end.
And ultimately, the time given to enjoy this Happiness will be spent worrying on keeping it.
It seems to me that with Happiness comes the Fear of losing it…we can never have it in all of its totality. Sadness becomes a default, because at least we don’t fear losing that.
I can see why people are more secure when they’re sad.
At least they can wait for that glimmer of hope in peace.
No anxiety. No wariness. No Fear.
There’s nothing left to lose.
Sadness has this ability to lie low when Happiness arrives to take its place, but its presence can be felt, if you look close enough.
Sadness possesses the best skill when it comes to stealth.
Without fail, there’s always a reserved spot for it, somewhere.
Its existence, confirmed.
Its existence, assured of.
I think…I need more work to do.
Enough said here.
