Happiness is something we all chase but sometimes we haven’t been happy in so long that we just really don’t know what to do with it when it is staring us in the face.
When we are more afraid of what we will look like to everyone else rather than being truly happy do we really have our own best interest at heart.
Have we spent so much of our time making sure everyone else is satisfied, belly full, tucked in, pampered, that we have lost sight of our own genuine smile in the mirror.
We only have one life and if we live it for everyone else, was it ever really ours?
Love will pass you by if you take too long only pondering it.
This is real. This is destined. This is fate. Or are they only words with emptiness beneath them?