Journey to Happiness

The trek to being happy again is a flight of stairs with jagged edges and missing steps. It’s a scary adventure because you can’t see the end. One where you may or may not hold many hands along the way.

You will keep climbing until one day,
you realize you had two hands all along.
Then you will sit on the edge of a step
and put them together
because it makes even those not religious desperate to pray.

The journey to happiness.
One so delicate, you mustn’t slip to fall deep down into the abyss.
One with no promise,
One that is fueled by desperation and hope.
Look around. Realize everyone is hanging by a string.

What a machine we live in

Fueled by desperation and stress.