Happiness is a strange thing.
It comes in small amounts each time.
It is never as consistent as rhyme or as the sunrise...

The space between those spurts of happiness can sometimes be cruel and mean.
Unforgiving.
And as time goes on happiness comes in even smaller quantities,
And those packages are very scarce.

Happiness is a mindset they say.
Well do you think I make the conscious decision to not be happy every day.
No.

Everyone wants to be happy.
But not everyone is.
It takes a lot to be happy.
It's hard and requires work.

Happiness is like a beautiful yard,
It starts out barren,
It is then flourished with the seeds of plants that is childhood.
That is where the yard becomes green and,
As time goes on,
Without constant maintenance the yard begins to die
And sometimes it rains,
Then the grass begins to grow
But... that never lasts long.

For you to remain happy it is not a mindset,
It is a matter of your perception of happy.

So be happy,
Yes.
But also remain happy.

Keep your child like spirit,
Never let your yard die.

For once a plant dies,
never again will it be alive,
No matter how hard one tries