Stop desperately grasping,
for a life of pure happiness.
Is that all you really want?
Just joy and rainbows?
Sunshine everyday?
Because if so,
I've gotta break it to you,
that is not life, brother.
Life is loving and fighting.
Life is old men who cry alone,
And
Life is drinking whiskey with your feet up,
in the woods.
Happiness will come!
But so will the rest.
So sit down,
stop ******* whining,
and embrace all of it.
You might just come out the other side contented.
You will though definitely,
have lived.