A person
never
truly
understands
the meaning
of the word
happiness
until
they
experience
it for
the first time
in their life.

I think as children,
we have a glimpse
of what it is
like to be
truly happy.
I think that comes
with innocence.
But as innocence
slips through
the cracks of
our fingers,
it is our job as
human beings to
search for that
feeling once more.

It may take
all your life,
lying on your death
bed, blinking for
the last time,
and with that last
blink, with
your eyes closed
tight, you realize
that you lived a happy
life, and things were
not always as bad as they
seemed. Then you open your
eyes one last time,
the new gleam  in them
giving those surrounding
you a glimmer of hope,
looking forward to the future.

Or, you may find
it in the smallest
of things. You may
be lucky enough
to experience that
feeling of pure bliss
without any reason to.
To just be happiness.
To carry it with you.
And even if times get
rough, you are still
able to hold onto
that feeling.

happiness
To truly feel it.
To truly feel free.