I do not know of this sorrow. What has caused it, where it came from. But I feel it, lingering deep inside me. Sometimes like a hurricane, sometimes as a gentle breeze. It makes me sad, what can make me forget this sorrow? A butterfly flew pass me. Fluttering its tiny wings, it can fly. Yet myself, why can’t I fly? I looked behind me. There’s nothing. No wings, no feathers, no sign of hope. If I became a butterfly, will I be happy? Will it make me forget? I cocooned myself, and waited a long wait. Time passed without me knowing. I finally woke up. I looked around me, there were still no wings. Then I realized, I can’t feel the sorrow anymore...but I can’t feel happiness too. Isn’t the absence of sorrow, happiness? How wrong I was. So wrong, it made me cry. All along I wanted something I already had. With sorrow came happiness. And with happiness came sorrow. And for the first time in my life, I was contented with being sorrow. At least I had feelings; there will come a time when I’m happy.
Somethings are not within our control. But life is about making the most with what you have. No point complaining. So live with it. :)
shuttin'up wid luv,
jozL.
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