Happy

My soul reaches out for comfort, contentment even.

I bask in the ways they teach me, the ways they want me to learn, to memorize.

What to wear, how to look, what to feel.

I begin to feel routine, I'm comfortable.

I envy the ones who rise from the shadows, the ones who break free.

The ones who find their own source of purpose, their own desires and aspirations. 

I envy the ones who find reason not to have reason.

My soul reaches out for something so simple but yet so complicated.

It is something I lack but can find so easily if taken the time and effort. 

It is something that everyone needs in order to survive this ever-thriving world of chaos.

So I smile a little and reassure myself.

I am my own being and I deserve to be happy. 

The only key to life is happiness.

 

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