Ofttimes we reason the purpose of life,
We brood over, if it is success or happiness to end the strife,
And cross heart, happiness it is !
Life is momentary,
Passing and slight it becomes,
In the quest for happiness,
For happiness we misconstrue as fortunes,
Although it is a measure of favorable
elements within us.
Happiness should be the pick,
To make life authentic,
To let go the fake
And ease out every heartache.
Happiness is reminiscing the moments of mirth and joy,
And bringing to mind all that lifts your soul,
And renouncing all that blows you out,
And disheartens you throughout.
Happiness is showing in fulfillment,
And casting away obsession to perfect,
And eyeing opportunities to effect.
Happiness is making time,
For relationships to last a lifetime.
For sharing the opulence of love and
And everytime leaving hearts renewed.
Happiness is resting the cares,
And fears of being blown out,
And not being in the race throughout.
Happiness is working towards ceaseless well-being,
For our life to hold out.