Happy for nothing

So the radio aired that our lots in life had outweighed that of my friend Job,that bipolar the doctor said got our premolars older,yes! that our plans to make things better never worked out,yes! The hospitals had now become busier than the marketsquares,that our losses outweighed the gains life had thrown at us,oh yes!,that instead of breaking free,it was a resume of relapses,panic attacks,even doubting our existence, physically we look able but deep down we feel disabled. We forget we are still alive.

But I ask, when last did we kit up so well not for a function but to take a walk and observe our environment, take a gaze at the rhythmic flight of birds in the sky, watch the lizards fight over territories that humans walked past everyday.

Yes when last did we walk to the road, its middle, not for a suicide attempt but to sit and take a picture.
Oh yes! when last did we leave our minds empty for some minutes with nothing to bother us.

We forgot how to dance to the beats, we forgot we could still do the legworks,why? Because our minds had been accustomed to mood swings, getting sad for nothing.

If we can be sad for nothing, can't we be happy for nothing? If we could ask "Is life worth living?" couldn't we also answer why life is worth living? what if things get really better and our smile muscles have become atrophied and our frown muscles hyperthrophied. Would we have to hit the gym to fix it up?

But what if things stay the same till we had a taste of the real life, wouldnt we wish we had made a smile out of a reason for a frown? Let's make our enemy confused, he does deserve to be.The moody days will come, lets be happy for nothing today, tomorrow might never come, the key is there, you know where? RIGHT IN OUR HANDS, JUST THERE...


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Dedicated to queen laka