Somebody once wondered why happiness was so fleeting. Until someone else pushed them off a bridge because they wouldn’t shut up about it.

It left me thinking. I put down the Chihuahua I was punching and began to wonder silently to myself. Perhaps that person was onto something.

Perhaps happiness is fleeting so as to be appreciated more when it happens. Like a sunset after a thunderstorm or a ******* from a ***** hobo.

Could perpetual happiness survive the world we live in amidst the ruin of so many? Doubtful save for the ignorant and that ***** ******* giving hobo.

I think, sometimes. That there is a genuine happiness to be found in balance. That soft spot between the sheets of safety and security. But not the wet spot.

It’s all a derivative of the choices we make and the sacrifices we endure. This ideology of happiness is obtainable. Just probably not for you because you ****.