Happiness

Onlookers keep speaking the same words to me

“You don’t seem happy, anymore.”

Is happiness the point of my life?

The purpose of my created soul?

 

There is more to me you know.

More than a smile

quick wit

and charming humor

 

I am a whole person

with good days

bad moods

scars (both fresh and faded)

bruises

 

A sentient being

with hopes

dreams

grief

nightmares

 

I am more than happiness

more than sadness

This present moment is not the permanent condition of my soul

Don’t you see that?

 

So on those days,

those weeks

where I seem to have lost my “happy”

remind me

that the present moment is not how it will always be