It’s funny how we all chase happiness.
Yet none of us truly feel it.
Is happiness a thing that we chase.
Or do we let happiness grow from within?
Maybe true happiness only comes from being content.
I mean happiness is being content with whatever the hell is going on and realising there is nothing you can do about it so why stress?
But stress and hope are a part of life?
You cannot truly feel one feeling, singular.
You feel them all.
Like a box of chocolates.
You get the ones that are beyond nasty.
And the ones that taste so good they are worth the risk.
Maybe all life is, is a box of chocolates.
We don’t give up after that one bitter taste.
We continue because of hope.