Scarred Happiness
We are meant to live a life of happiness, but what happens if you aren’t use to it?

I have been swimming in happiness for quite some time now, wondering when the merriment will dry up. I have dipped my toe in the shallow end of comfort, now ready to dive waist-deep into an opulent pool of certainty. I dare not mar the mood with perverse thoughts.
I shall bask in the ambiance of a trouble-free day, primed for the vexing adventure that’s soon to come. I can’t shake the trouble lurking near. I can’t help but wonder when all the good fortune will revert to the spoiled, cursed nothingness of circumstance.
Life, returning to the meager beginnings it has always been. Is it meant for me to live a prosperous life? Am I hallucinating, imagining the omens that may befall me?
I am not coping with success well. Inadvertently I lay problematic traps, sabotaging the very likeness of the golden path. My soul is unsettled with the adventure of happiness.
I meditate and focus on the quietness that has me smiling, coming to the realization that the sunny side of life is continuing to chase the darkness away permanently. I’ve earned it.
I’ve fought for it. I have won. Yes, I have won.






