I wonder if humans are made to live happy,
for happiness lasts so little. Why are we so
incapable of preserving the wonders that arise of it.
I thought that the only thing i could do was to accept
the outcome of it with composure but it wasn't enough.
I can understand now happiness is not a grant of permission
through life but also a warning. To value more life
and contribute to great but also to small acts of courage
and kindness.