Joy

Cars of utmost expenses, 

Houses built to impress,

Jobs of no personal importance except to supply endless paychecks,

Disguise themselves as the gift of happiness to those without them

Thus making one's goal not to find euphoria, 

But to bask in the delirium of an aesthetic life, 

Which makes having superior belongings the only option

suitable enough for those who prefer short-lived exuberance

Over a lifetime of joy.

Sacrficing the contentment of a life well-lived, 

To miniscule triffles 

Deprives one of a life that could've been. 

For one to truly live, 

They need not count the amount in their wallet, 

Or seek upon the value of their personal treasures

But rather, 

Should relive their best moments 

Among those that they share them with. 

Joy comes not to those who purchase it, 

But to those that surrender a life of glee

For the beauty of a life well-lived. 

Doing what one loves, 

Solely for the value of doing so, 

Provides the joy a materialistic lifestyle could never bestow