First let me just say
Fuck Miley Cyrus okay?
Now that is out of the way
Maybe I can start writing about joy
In a world like this;
It is hard not to come to the realization that joy and happiness is an internal job
To be exalted within in a crepuscular landscape of inner peace
To accept that life is a mysterious journey from point A to point B with variation of distance for each individual
With no prescribed etiquette of fairness to be involved in such notorious regime
In crisis people often weep; why me?
I lousily say; why not?
Infuse yourself with positivity regarding the outcome, it happen to be contagious with a domino effect
Happiness ever after only exist in day-to-day basis for it is nothing but moments dancing on the tips of your deviated fingers
Nothing ever last, nothing ever will, for everything ever lived is already dead and everything alive will surely die
For me I find joy in the acceptance of pain, in the deliverance of knowledge through posthumous words longing to be calibrated with reality
I don’t submit to a celestial dictatorship in hope to be rewarded, for I have my own universe within my ultra-dimensional mind where I create my own form of rewarding joy
Like a turtle I find home inside myself
In order to be joyful you would need to be wise, and believe me when I say;
Wisdom is parallel with insanity
As comfort is diagonal from humanity.