Always reliant on that big spark for joy,
Hoping a magical pill would save the day.

Waiting many years for that superb medicine,
But this moment didn’t come because it’s nonexistent.

Realizing that happiness starts with the small things,
Beginning with a joke or enjoying many hobbies.

No longer depending on a massive trigger for bliss,
Consuming contentment in little packages.

Letting pleasure build up in minor quantities,
Allowing delight to establish slowly.