LIFE IS NOT ABOUT BEING HAPPY

Life is not about being happy,

Is what she said.

It made me angry.

That’s depression talking,

I thought.

I resisted.

“Then what is it about?”

I asked,

She didn’t have an answer.

But it felt like,

There’s more to it than that,

There’s pain and loss,

Heartache when effort feels futile,

And a deep irreconcilable loneliness.

But there is beauty too,

Moments of sunshine and grace,

Where you see into what seems unfathomable.

Saying, life = happy

Just seemed weak and untrue,

So short of what she wanted me to know.

It was unworthy of a life’s mission,

To know so much more.