we don't reward
the inner child,
the outer shell of being an
adult.
we don't eat enough cake.
or enjoy
enough sunrises.
we dwell on what ifs,
and if only,
we wallow in our mistakes.
we don't embrace the pain,
the suffering, we hide
from it, numb it.
we try to escape.
you can't wake up and risk
a day without
some sort of unwanted rain.
it's all part of it.
the end, the beginning,
the long middle of life.
stop looking for happiness,
and start
living in the joy of each day.
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