Mine, is being happy.
No, I don't mean I frown upon all of the goodness and Ryan Gosling in the world, but on a more sociopathical note. As we've all heard from massive flocks of elderly, what goes up must come down. And that's precisely what I fear most.
Coming down.
We breathe until we don't, we're happy until we're not. And the way I see it, is everything is, until it isn't. Honestly, what even is 'happiness'? Some fleeting emotion, and something I've learned to never put trust into. Something so papery thin just can't seem to support the weight of all the burdens of hope we cling to. Because things may be going all rose petals now, but I know that all flowers die. I so badly want to have even an ounce of the stuff, but as soon as I do I am reminded of the dangers of stark reality, because nobody wants to live in the real world. And as hard as we will ever try, there will always be that one thing that rips our heart out before us, and forces us to watch it beat, glistening red with desire in the light. Believe me, I want so badly to have the privilege to know that yes, I will be able to stick this one out, but it's not terribly long before around comes the giant to pick all of the flowers.
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