Unhappiness, apparently has become my new bed mate. I wake up each morning to stare it in the face, shove it aside and get up. put on my clothes walk out the door and head to school. When I get to class it's waiting for me, it looks up expectantly, I don't sit by it. It follows me throughout the day even when i think I've lost it, i turn the corner and there it is waiting. It's always waiting. I go home and it's on the couch sitting right next my parents as the gaze at the tv or laptop screen. Somehow it always beats me home and there it is. I go to bed and by this time I'm too tired to shoo it away so i let it get in, under the covers and I feel it's cold embrace as I try warm myself with the thin blanket.
It cannot be said that happiness is something you get to keep once achieved, it is ever fleeting, always leaving but in it's place is always unhappiness ready and willing to take its place. Then there are days when you wake up and realize that somewhere in the night unhappiness crawled out of bed (or perhaps happiness pulled him out) and you wake up alone. You open the door and there is happiness waiting for you to start the day. That's the thing with happiness it's always ready for you and does not just impose itself on your life. She doesn't just crawl into bed with you she fixes her own hair and preoccupies herself and waits for you to be ready to embrace her.
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