Happiness turned out to be exactly what I thought it was not,

It is not a possession,

Or a right,

Nor a person,

It is the constant ache in your bones,

The calling for more,

The oldest and dearest of memories,

It is your warm embrace,

The cool blue skies and the warm sun encircling us,

It is the call from home,

But the adventure of the road,

The deepest breaths,

And the fearless smiles,

Happiness is found in the strangest tmes,

And strangest  places

Deep within ourselves

Beneath the doubt,

The unknown,

And the fear to be more,

It is within,

It is where we could not see it before.

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