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Radiate


There once was a time when I was not scared of being happy

I saw it everywhere, in the trees, in the gleams of sunlight

Colors were more vibrant than they were made to be

Things changed after a while, being happy

Was something to be scared of. It was worrisome 

And happiness shouldn’t cause so much worry

Its hypocritical, in the cruelest way possible

After a while we begin to think its not worth 

The hurt and worry, to be the purest thing of all

happy. 

We begin to wonder if we are even worthy of the idea

of happiness and sharing it with another

And that is what makes it so damn difficult

We begin to over analyze the idea of happiness 

Almost or to the point of ruining it

We then take a step back, we are afraid of being happy

Then one day we meet someone who reminds us 

That colors are meant to be vibrant, radiant 

They gleam with a passion, as if they’ve never been hurt

They have a strength, a way of caring themselves 

That makes the scared parts of us creep out even more

They have the demeanor of someone who doesn’t need another 

And being around someone like that, well it would be

Earth shattering, bone defying. 

I’d crumbled at their feet knowing theyre so put together

In a way I strive for. In a way I crave to be. 

When you meet someone like that, you can’t help but being happy.

You see the world as youre supposed to, that you only have one.

That the idea of taking a leap into the unknown is what life 

Is supposed to be about. Taking leaps, taking the plunge.

Not knowing what comes next, being in the moment and

Not caring about the risk after the jump. Being there.

Living in the purest version of life. 

Being reminded that life is meant to be simple sometimes

Even in the most innocent of ways. 

Happiness comes in the simplest of forms

Even when we don’t care to acknowledge that 

It can come in the way a person says hello

Or the way the air smells after a rain.

When happiness comes in the simplest forms again

Thats when everything else goes back to how it was

No confusion, no fear, no thinking

Just living. Happy. Radiating in joy. 

The colors are more vibrant when you look at rainbow

You don’t even mind the rain.

Take the plunge, enjoy the rush, radiate. 

Leaves are golden and auburn, 

The sun is golden

You feel the rays, embrace them

The sky is cobalt, 

Life is simple again.

How it was always meant to be.

So again, radiate. Set your soul ablaze again.

 

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