“Happy people live happy lives.
It’s that simple.”
That’s what my mother told me yesterday.

“Sad people live sad lives.
It’s that simple.”
That’s what I told my mother yesterday.

Then why is it that some happy people
look sad?
Why is it that some sad people
look happy?

People who lead sad lives,
have something to hold onto.
They have hope for something.
When the world gives up on them,
they must prove that they are worth it
by holding on as hard as holding onto
their little brother’s hand that they can’t lose.

People who lead sad lives,
have something to fix.
They have always have something to mend,
like a frustrated little girl trying to fix her hair.
They become small ants
that don’t have an abundant amount of courage to face the world,
but still have the energy to learn from their mistakes.

People who lead happy lives
float and drift like clouds.
They become trees without roots
and float up into the air.
Then when sadness lands on them,
they have a hard time finding their roots again
in order to seep back into the ground.

People who lead happy lives
don’t have much to worry about.
But when life tries to bring them back
from the dreamy little world they have
adapted to live in,
it’s difficult.
Life tries to stop them from floating off,
and it tries to give them back their roots,
but pretty soon, life gives up.

Sadness is limited.
It’s lost then fulfilled.
It’s vacant then occupied.
Happiness is limited.
It’s fulfilled then lost.
It’s occupied than vacant.

“You must be both a happy and a sad person, in order to live a good life.
It’s that simple”
That’s what I told my mother today.