Happy People

I like happy people

Rays of sunshine hitting their face is enough to make them smile They appreciate the coziness of a raining day, not the gloom we all see

Because they spread their joy like wildfire

They are not less ambitious or simple minded

They found a way to mesh the complicated feeling of living and coin something glamorous and worth appreciating

I don't think it's learnt, I think it's a gift to not be bothered much or to rise above the bother and choose life

I often wonder if it is contentment, or just the knowing that things beyond your control are simply that

But what do you do when you are not gifted with the ability to let go

Most days, this feels like the only state that exists for me

The gloom after the sun is familiar in away the sun never quite is

Seeing them makes me think I too can be one of those, not because i've figured it out, but because they exist, and that means it's possible

Lucky them.
Lucky us, for knowing them.