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I am saving my new poetry from the public until I release my first book but I felt I should set this one free 🦋 We are worth more than the belief that happiness is the only emotion worth feeling. As if it is only something outside of us, waiting for our reach. That if we draw a straight line from one point to the one we desire we’ll get there. That if we tick of all the boxes people drew for us then eventually, we’ll “arrive” at happiness. And it will welcome us with open arms, to live at one with it forever. That when we keep our demons at bay, we don’t ever have to experience darkness again. So we cling to positivity and our own projected beliefs of what happiness should be - and send all of our ghosts to the basement. To live our days pushing down our shadows to be happy but exhausting that same chance to be. I think happiness and joy is my most favorite state, one I surely love to be in most of my days. It is the acceptance of what and what will never be, a flavor of gratitude to the tongue. But it is not the only emotion in the spectrum. The dark emotions are almost just as important to feel along with the light emotions. You cannot force happiness in a moment devoted to sadness or grief, that is not being happy. That is a numbness so bleak it is almost painful. Happiness isn’t what makes us the most resilient either. The ingredient to living. Feeling the darkest bits of ourselves, surviving it, and knowing when to let go is what makes us more whole than forced joy can. And to you. Dance to happiness as often as you can. But sing to sad songs when it’s time. Then allow yourself to be happy, but when waves of none-happiness come you will swim with those waves until you land on the shore of acceptance in the island of your own happiness. Refusing to surrender only to days without the night. Refusing to skip the chance of seeing the stars that make all days worth seeing.