I Want to Be Happy

I remember how it feels to be happy. I remember how it feels to wake up , smile and embrace the day. I remember not worrying whether good or bad lies ahead because it would not dim my light . I remember having too much energy and how hours of exercise was the only way to get rid of the ocean inside of me. I remember opening the door for an elderly or helping then across the road and I remember the days i would pull a ugly face to a child to make them laugh. The days a death in the family would not kill the spirit inside of me. The days when people told me i lit up a room and made their day with my smile.

Where is the light? I do not know who I am anymore.

Grumpy and unhappy people made me angry and I used to think: "Why do you make yourself suffer like that. Wake up!! " Finally, I understand.... many years of continous stress and suffering changes you. It change you so much that no matter how hard and how deep you look the only thing you have left is the memories ...

Where is the light?

Tatsumi · 31-35, M

It does.

I dont know where the light is. Perhaps you should endeavor to find some. The more darkness, the more valuable and meaningful tiny slivers of light become. There's probably not some brilliantly shining light that will lift you off your feet and protect you from hardship. But there is probably enough to survive and perhaps achieve contentedness.