Why do we do this to
Ourselves
Torture ourselves with
Things that we can’t control
What is it that makes life
Threatening
Devasting
Completely
Meaningless
It’s the ideas in our head
The bad thoughts that accompany us
everyday
We can change
It’s not a destiny
It’s how you deal
How you work on yourself
To tolerate pain
Sadness
And every little thing
That can connect us to a past
That will never happen again
Do not say
I was happy back then
But more
I choose to be happy
To be satisfied by boring
Routinized moments
I choose to make magic
Out of the ordinary life