I was never in need for happiness. My life was plain good without any kind of expectations. Not happy, not sad.
But, and it seems that everything has always a but, there was one moment when all my walls started to fall, brick by brick. And that was fine, i was starting to feel something so warm, so sweet, nothing like i've felt before. I was starting to feel what happiness really is.
But, and then again comes the but, that happiness had a barrier that it couldn't break - hold the small happiness that i already had, or risk it all for more? It seems a easy answer, hold what i've had. Easy? Not really. I'm human, and like any other human, i can't stand at the same place all the time.
And that is it. Happiness becomes sadness, just because i'll always want more, but i can't lose what i have, or i'll be at the meaningless side of life again.
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