Happiness.
What is it really?
Is it falling in love?
Is it going on adventures?
Is it that first sip of coffee in the morning?
What is it to you?
I don’t know what happiness is to me,
I can’t really think of a time that I was truly happy
I think back and not a damn thing comes to mind. But I guess
that's how its suppose to be, you remember the bad stuff more vividly so
you don't make the same mistakes over and over again.
But even looking back in journals there was always so much pain in the things
I thought made me happy.
So does that mean I haven’t been happy since I was a child?
Does that really mean for more than half my life I have been wasting life?
Truly wasting my life and time.