Iāve learned to find happiness and bliss in the rain, the sun, the moon, the beach, the forest, more of which, everywhere. If you can find happiness, then take hold of it. Happiness might seem easy to have, but unless itās genuine your just grasping onto a fake, something to keep you hoping.
Iāve found peace with the birds. They bring me true happiness. Iāve learned my priorities. I love my hobbies.
But Iāve found one thing. People can love almost everything, from the heavens to hell, but yet, they donāt love themself.
Then whatās ruining this moment for me?
Is it a grasp on a joke?
A joke that I make myself make feel real to cope?
Or is it self hate?
Or is it worse then that.
See, no matter what happens, thereās something WORSE out there. If you know what it is, Iām sorry.