Realisation can be a harsh pill; One I've always struggled to swallow. The dose, in this instance, was to be That my happiness isn't a reward.
It's not earned through great achievements; Contentedness isn't product of valour. It's not found in deep breathing and spiritualism, It's not created by anything external.
No. My happiness will always be through consistent fidelity and belief in a purpose. A purpose that simply has to be weightier than the small stuff we're sometimes thrown.
It's the consistent drive: To love. To laugh. To make laughter.. To put pen to paper. It's a thousand-melodies, On twelve piano keys. It's the gnawing hunger inside of me, That says it would be simply unacceptable For me to leave this world, Until I have brought forth Everything I feel I have within me.
Happiness is always going to be a fleeting thing for me. And that's alright. Because I'm only just getting started.