The Happiness

There once was a girl born to parents that tried, but as these parents tried they lost their way to happiness and all that was held within. They believed that the happiness could have been found within each other but no one told them to love themselves. Slowly but surely they drifted apart from each other realizing that they never knew each other deep down anyway. This girl was born with imagination and a love of life that she didn’t even try for but as her parents had along the way she lost the happiness. With time she became too old for the simple imaginary friends and stuffed animals that had once kept her company. She began to believe that the happiness was a myth and a fallacy and she began to forget that it ever existed. She found men who were too careless with her heart and that forgot about the happiness as well. She went on she knew that there had to be more that the happiness had to exist that she were to burst if it didn’t. So she tried, like her parents and their parents before, she looked in all the places, under all the things. She began to find the happiness she found a man that cherished her heart and wondered himself if the happiness could be found. As it was almost in her reach when the roof caved in, her world fell apart and in a whirlwind of loss and tragedy that she had not before experienced. Her heart broke and the damn of feeling and emotion flooded into her heart instead. As it broke something interesting happened; she realized life was worth fighting for and happiness was worth doing anything for worth all the happiness in the world. She worked and she fought and she truly was, she found herself and she kept running she didn’t give up, she tripped, she fell, and she fought everything she had ever been told about not deserving the happiness and she kept running. She felt the pain and she felt the joy and found the happiness. It existed and it was; it was learning how to ride a bike without her hands, and how to run, and how to be free. I am that girl I am the one who ran through blood sweat and tears to get here, do they know how hard I have worked for the happiness? Do they know it exists? Will they know about the happiness? They have to know.