Every wish I’ve ever had for as long as I can remember
driving through tunnels, hand up on the roof of my car, holding my breath until I felt dizzy
every birthday wish, closed eyelids washed in candle light
every penny thrown into fountains around the world
has always been to be happy.
I always hoped the next achievement would finally bring it to me.
In instants it would feel mine, but left after a brief visit when novelty died off and I returned to homeostasis.
I learned that a person, place, or thing couldn’t complete me
but happiness was waiting patiently for me, for when I finally realized I deserved it.
i believe that there’s always a balanced amount of input/output; equilibrium governs everything. some people are more expressive and therefore less reflective. that’s why i’m always more interested in the quiet ones because i know there’s an entire secret world embodied in a whirlwind of thoughts that most people aren’t privy to. it’s special.
it makes those individuals so much harder to talk to, to relate to. however, that’s when you know it’s going to be worth something to try harder. the more difficult the challenge, the bigger the reward.
One day you wake up and you just know…