Sure it is... but the roses are on stems with thorns.
Many times, I wake up feeling disappointed or hurt and I wish I can go back to sleep never to rise again. I wanna run away to a place where no one will find me. Can the big one happen under my feet please... right now is a good time.
But I get up. I shower. I put on the swag. I turn on the glow.
Life's greatest joy is also life's greatest sorrow. The same person or thing that makes my heart leap for joy can kill me dead as surely as a double-edged knife to my heart. Anything precious in life is like an elixir and a poison. A miracle medicine and a prohibited drug. A talisman and a weak link. An Excalibur and an Achilles' heel. It is strength and it is weakness. It is extreme happiness and intense sadness. The only saving factor is the frequency.
I heard someone say I should rely on myself and only myself where happiness is concerned. So I ask myself is it worth making a ruckus over? Is it worth feeling bad about it? Eventually, I decide to sweep it under the rug and be happy.
Until the rug bulgeth over...
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