You Are Happy

You are happy.

You can't help but smile, but in that cheerful gesture there is a poignant sense of inevitability, of destined failure and doomed words. You are not sure why, but that sinister emotion haunts you, every second of the day.

Nothing is wrong. It's almost perfect, but why do you fret? Why do you worry?

Are you afraid to be hurt? Are you afraid to be caught by suprise? Is that what you're afraid of?

You try not to think about it. You enjoy the moment, and that is enough. For now. What happens in the future, that is for the future you to worry about. It is none of your business. There is nothing in the present to suggest that anything is wrong at all. You are just being irrational.

Even if this will hurt you someday, you don't really care now. It's what's happening now that matters. It's the moment. You are happy. You are content. Do not fret. Just because you've never been through this before does not mean you will fail.

Do not fret.

You are happy.

You are content.

You will not fail.