If you are happy without a real reason, is that happiness hollow? Can happiness ever be hollow?
Is there any such thing as a ‘real’ reason? Isn’t life in itself a reason? Or is that only an excuse?
When you are made to sit without anything to do, what do you do? You shouldn’t think about the person who has made you sit like that. You shouldn’t think about the bad weather. You shouldn’t think about failures. You shouldn’t think about losses. You shouldn’t relate to songs and feel sad. You shouldn’t worry about problems. And there are no good things you’re being able to think about. So what do you do? Just space out?
How do you control the anger when you know it’s no good? How do you have patience when nothing’s going right? How do you let the tears drop when they don’t? How?
I won’t ask why you should still smile. I know it is in my blood and I know it costs absolutely nothing. I know I don’t need to fake it. I know it keeps me sane even when I’m insane.
Can I please say I love myself? Or is that politically incorrect? Uh, I’ve been moving away from being politically correct, so I think I am allowed. 🙂