What's Happening With Me

Happiness

Happiness is a confusing thing.
Can we ever really grasp it?
Can we ever hold onto it and it never leave us?
Can we ever never be sad, and have a life filled with joy alone?
Can we ever be fully satisfied with life?
Can we ever hold onto a memory that brings a smile to out face?
Can we ever keep a person by our side and have them love us as we do them?
Can you say that you have never been sad?
Never wished you were someone else?
Can you say that you truly believe in happiness, or is it out of our reach?
Is it a destination or journey?
Will it complete us or tear us apart?
Is it achieved by being loved?
By helping someone in need?
Or is it only a figment of human imagination, something of Fairytale?
Are we ever truly happy?
Is our thirst ever quenched?
Do homeless people feel happiness?
Do rich people?
Is happiness having a family, a place you call home?
Or is it just make-believe, something never gained?
What is true happiness?
Please give me an answer, for I do not think I could ever live in a world so depressing without a single shimmer of hope in this desolate place.
My heart is cold, colder that Canadian winters, so give me hope, an illusion, a dream, a dream that happiness can be achieved.
Annabeth 2017