You want to be happy. Happiness, such a hard accomplishment for some, yet so easy for others. What brings happiness? Money? Beauty? Fame? What truly makes one happy?
Some say it's to be yourself. But is it? For when you see yourself, that may be what brings you down, instead of up.
So what brings it? Courage?
Maybe. Maybe it's courage. But who is truly willing to do that?
It's hard; to overnight your fears and reach for what you want.
Fear is a funny thing. It isn't real. Truly, it isn't. It's all made up. In our heads. A simple fragment of imagination.
Fear doesn't have to be there, so why is it? It doesn't have to exist, so why does it?
It helps us survive. Fear keeps us alive. Yet, fear also keeps us from accomplishments and happiness.
So...where is the happy middle? When do you know you have a good balance of fear and happiness?
Maybe we'll never figure out. Maybe we just have to pretend for long enough that our happiness becomes real.
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Short "poems" by me
PoetryThis'll just be some short things I've wrote. Many will cover multiple emotions and situations for people. These are written by me, please do not steal anything from these.
