Post About It

There’s an insidious lie about happiness. It’s a destination.

Something to obtain. Only ordained when tedious amounts of discipline & hard work sweat through your pores, manifesting into accolade and recognition. Post about it.

Tickle your ego into justifications of self grandeur & let the dopamine rush.

It cannot exist in downtime.

“Stillness is an enemy”, says happiness.

“Meditate towards me”, says happiness.

“You don’t deserve it”, says happiness.

Is it that elusive though?

Do I not have it when I open my eyes in the morning?