Is internal.
The mental worlds we inhabit,
The narratives of a bad life
Punctuated by a few good events,
The steady drizzle of discontent,
The proclivity for self sabotage,
The unrealistic demands of perfectionism
A diminishing appetite for goodness
A palate ruined by cynicism
A heart hardened by disappointment.
There is little in this life
More disheartening
Than finally encountering
What we’ve been searching for
All our lives only to find
That we are no longer
The kind of person
To enjoy it.
Happinees, in the end,
Is internal.
Fifty Percent of Happiness
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