I tried to write about happiness

once

when I was a child before I knew

the world, before

life paid me a visit

stopped by

for a little

chat.

 

I stopped trying after that.

 

I tried to live in happiness

once

when I was a little older and thought

I knew

better

more

deeper

farther

but I never really knew.

 

I stopped living after that.

and got older

more scars and more

legends inside

more ego, less

ego, less

will to know.

 

And I learned.

 

I learned that

trying is the best

way to not start, that

trying means you don’t know, that

trying is the start of the end of

doing…

 

…so now I write about happiness

without trying

and live in happiness

without trying.

 

I

just

am.