Why does happiness have to be so fleeting? We think we can hold onto it, but it’s ever taking flight. Happiness can morph into madness in an instant or be extinguished in a sad, unexpected moment like a moth to a flame. If only I could hold it always and keep it safely cradled against my chest. But happiness always finds a way to elude me. I’m watching right now as it inconspicuously floats away.
Life can blow in gentle wisps or suddenly seize the day in consternation. So whenever I sense a billowy riff, I look to the sky for clarification. Of course, I realize that many storms pass without peril, and there is often radiance after the rain. But when a particularly vile storm causes all the flowers to sag, I know each one understands me.