happiness not as something to be fought for, not something to be gifted only after untold suffering, but simply an obligation. an obligation to those we love, an obligation to those we've left behind

we are given life, and it is those we love who provide meaning to live that life. the gentle kiss of a lover, the weathered yet comforting arms of a mother or father, the welcoming uproarious voice of a friend, the nuzzled murmurs of a snuggled up pet. all are reasons to continue, all are reasons to continue walking this form we're given. and all are reasons that happiness, indelibly, graces our souls

maybe that's all we need to find a reason to wake up every morning. to persist when persistence is lost. to subsist when we walk among our fettered lives. that even as we rot, as we burn in our own anguish, the unmitigated love of all the souls we cherish are reason to find a way to continue

i am but a gentle dream, of warmth and weariness. wake up, have a little cry, and forget i ever happened

𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘯𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦

𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬
𝘪𝘧 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺