Do you remember when things used to be simple?
When things didn’t matter?
And everyone was well, happy?
For some of you this thought stretch is much longer than others.
Maybe you’re like me
Things aren’t bad
From the surface there really isn’t anything to complain about
But then you start to look back
And you think, what happened to that?
Because you realize that some of your founder memories are with different people. Maybe literally or personality wise.
But both, the memories and the people, are now fading
And things aren’t like they used to be
Now you’re a child of god, you still have that joy
But then you think of the word “happy”
And you start to wonder of its meaning
You’ve felt happy, you know happy
But are YOU happy
In moments, you think to yourself, yes,I am
And you’re convinced
That is until that voice returns
And it’s chilled voice whispers, “are you?”
And you shudder-Push that voice away
Because the reality that just maybe your idea of “happy” is becoming more and more lenient
And that maybe you’ve become so convinced on the fact that this is where you should be happy that you neglect to allow yourself to find natural happiness
That one we had when things didn’t matter
And things used to be simple
And the happy you new was a much better version of the happy you know now
But is there even a way of going back, or should we stop just comparing life?
Better yet, is there even a right answer?