Happiness lies within your being, and not in other beings.
The truth is right before your eyes and is less complicated than what it seems.
The mind can overanalyze, the ear can manipulate lies, we are looking for this eternal splendor, but what does that even mean?
There is always something to achieve. There is always something else that we need. Be complacent? No, not me.
Happiness? Now that is what I need.
I am finding it. It has been within me. When I write these words, I feel this unmistakable joy.
I feel as though my heart will heal and the words can ease any pain.
Maybe I have found some thing, that I can call my thing?