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
and charming humor
I am a whole person
with good days
scars (both fresh and faded)
A sentient being
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,
where I seem to have lost my “happy”
that the present moment is not how it will always be