For many years I walked through life, faked a skip or two,
and looked for happiness as if it were a thing, an inanimate object, or something to be picked up, captured or claimed.
My search was fruitless, my hopes diminished, my dissapointment grown with each passing year.
Depression was stacked high and in control of my every mood yet I kept it under cover, hidden from sight, and invisible to those who surrounded me.
Happiness was like a sanctuary I was seeking and the more I sought it the farther away I traveled from it.
After years of searching I could look back and see the years wasted, sadness felt alone in front of the Tv, and relive those moments of emptiness with appreciation for what I have finally achieved .
Yes, "Happiness", those moments I forget, the memories that were made, and the people who helped me to feel wanted and needed.
Happiness is not an object, its not purchased, its only neglected as we hone in on the things we often complain about.
AS I look back I see everyone who was a part of my life, every moment that we had, every memory that we created,
Then and only then do I see the happiness that was not only felt but lived, enjoyed and breathed in.
Happiness changes with times, and happiness belongs to me as I am loved,needed and wanted.
I traveled many miles for happiness, and even with the ups and downs shared between two who are in love, happiness will settle in our hearts.
Todays happiness will fill me as I travel home to the ones I love, to the woman I love, and to the children I cherrish.
For if it wasn't for them I would only be me, and I was not born as an "I", I was created as a "We"...
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-11-12 22:48:10
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