Unhappy

To be unhappy is so easily attained.


It is, isn't it? We wake up in the morning, we try our best to choose to be happy on that day and we try it in the afternoon and try it in the evening and at night, before we finally hit our beds, we ask if we have achieved that choice we made early in the morning. Have we been happy?


Then we wake up one morning, we try it again and the next and the next one after that. Endless.

We always TRY to be happy. Yet, being unhappy is so attainable we choose to ignore it and replace it with some feeling we seem to be working so hard to attain every single day.


Why?


If you are unhappy, be unhappy. We sometimes don't necessarily have to choose to be something else or something more than what we are at the moment. The moment we try to revert to something else, we seem to be evading every single time the very essence of who we are; it will never expire, it will never cease to nag us.

I say we be unhappy. Get it all out of our system. Whine.Cry, damn it.


THEN GET OVER.





Maybe then, you will never TRY to be happy one day. Maybe you will truly BE.










later.