Happiness is a Warm Gun

This was originally written on December 1, 2008 at 12:43 a.m. on Facebook.

I was talking to a friend earlier and we began talking about life and happiness.

We're both going through hard times right now, and sometimes it makes you wonder if you'll ever know true happiness again.

Not I just found 5 dollars in my jeans happy, but the kind of joy where everything feels right all the time. It's like the world is in perfect harmony.

And then the next second, you can't tell which way is up. It's like you have to stop and tell yourself to breathe, or else you might suffocate.

The thought of never being able to attain that perfect happiness is the scariest thought in the world. It fills your mind until it's the only thing you can think about. You can't do anything without thinking about what you're missing.

And all the while you just want that one person who made you happy. The one person who could put a smile on your face no matter what.

And all you want is that feeling of perfect happiness. It's a high no drugs can recreate. It's like you're flying over the world. Complete invincibility and vulnerability.

That's love, happiness, or whatever you want to call it.

And when it's taken away from you, it's like you're living life in slow motion. And it makes you wonder if you can ever be truly happy again, or if you'll just have to settle for finding 5 dollars in your pocket.