Happiness is our war: The dilemma of generations
We have been told a lie
We have been told what to seek
We have been told what is precious
We have been told what is missing
We have been given a destiny
The earth rotates around ideas
The world echoes the voices of the majority
It speaks of significance
Love
Happiness
Synonymous.
We can't deal with depression
It is unnatural
It is pain
It is something to bury and burn and crucify
We hide
As small children under the covers away from the monsters
Beneath the bed, they lurk
Close enough to touch
The lovely world
A temptress of distractions
The rabbit hole in Alice's wonderland
We are children
We long for contentment, for sameness, for monotony
We crave structure
And if we attain it, we give into our nature
Destruction
A flare for the dramatics
We need something to fight for
We are rebels without a cause
Happiness becomes our war
And for what?
For love?
"Love makes us happy", we are told by the echoes
"Love is happiness."
"Love is contentment."
"Love is sameness."
"Love is monotonous."
Laughter
Mocking laughter
The world turns violently
It doesn't fit
Like a toothpick in a lock
It doesn't fit
It is hard
It seems daunting
Impossible
The stuff of fairytales
Of Rapunzel in her tower
With a biting wind, the leaves fall dead to the earth
Seasons change
Happiness fades in this way
Destiny, echoes, purpose tells us to fight for happiness
No
I fight for freedom
I fight for opportunity
I fight for hard times
I fight for true, messy love
The kind of love you must hold dearly
The love that humbles the soul
The stuff of grace
The love deep in the crevices of brokenness
Like rivers, these divots run along the earth
Branches connecting identities
A bloodline
A mother loses her child
A man watches war raze his city to the dusty earth
A girl curls beneath the covers
Hiding from the monsters beneath the bed
Outside the door
A husband stands beside his wife as death courses through her veins
Where is happiness in these times?
Where is purpose?
Love cannot exist in the absence of happiness, of pleasure
And yet...
The mother's heart is torn in two in love for her lost child
The man falls to his knees
Agonizing passion for his scorched city
The girl longs for the monsters outside the bedroom door
To hold her tightly
The husband adores his sick wife as tears brush his cheeks
The agony
A result of deep Love
Love hurts
Love surpasses merely a feeling
Love is a decision
Love is tested
Love is refined
Love is a gift
Love is worth it
Love never fails
Happiness fails
Pleasure and love
The dilemma of generations
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