The Question.

The hardest question I have been asked isn’t a complex one, not one that requires a long explanation, nor was it what was wrong, but it was a simple; “Are you happy?” Happy. What is happiness? I don’t even know if I could tell you the answer anymore. Its not something material things can bring. Its something we all want. It takes time. Its not always easy to obtain. If it was we’d all have it. But if we don’t have it, then where the hell is it? Just because someone smiles, doesn’t mean they’re happy. Just because someone tells you they’re happy doesn’t mean anything anymore. We all lie about things, but why lie about our happiness? Is it because we’re afraid that people will judge and only see that we seem to be constantly sad, or is it that we’re comfortable in our shells and we don’t want to be happy, because that would require that we come out to the real world where things are hard and people are cruel, where happiness is so hard to reach, but every bit worth it?

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