Why does happiness have to be temporary? Where can it be found to start with? When you get up from your bed in the morning, what makes you feel something close to it? How is it that we choose happiness over joy more often than not?
Are you aware that joy stays longer than happiness? And what comes from within holds us stronger than what we get from others? Do you know that the thoughts, memories, and stories we tell ourselves make us laugh louder than the stories we hear?
Do you know that the brightest smile you can ever give is from the joy you have? Why, however, do you pick others over yourself?
I often wonder why joy stays farther away from us.
When we are faced with the unexpected, why does the joy we believe we have internally run from within us? Where does it run to? What do we become when we are lost in our feelings? When we can’t say for sure what we feel? It’s not like we do not want to keep in touch with our feelings, now what do we do?
Is happiness scared that joy is more attractive hence why it makes it blurry to see? Is that why it draws a fine line between the both of them? Does joy even want us to know about its existence? When we are not happy, why can’t joy sustain us? What is joy?
If this were to be a diary of a confused sad man, what would he ask that I haven’t asked? What questions do you have?
Are you worried you’d never know joy or are you scared of not being happy? What matters to you in the end? Does your company repel you? Does your ability to just hope feel forced? Is your voice mute? If you see joy, will you at least know it? Do you just want to stay with what you have access to? Others and the happiness they cause you?
May the mind that ponders find what makes it find rest. And may the heart that always wonders feel at ease because these questions are what makes us who we are…humans.

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