Happiness is like balloons.
They come in all shapes and sizes.
The colors bright and alluring.
The painted faces of clowns grinning at you as they hand out these balloons.
But happiness like balloons have a mind of their own.
Many times they fly away,
No matter how hard your fingers are clasped around its tiny string.
Or reality can come in and pop the balloon right in front of your face.
The hollow sound echoing in your ears.
The sting of cheap latex against your skin.
Then there are some who keep these happiness balloons in the corner of their house.
The life slowly seeping out of it.
Until one day it falls, crumpling on the ground.
Joy is like colors.
The bright beautiful colors of nature.
Your friend's pink and blue socks.
A dog's green paws after playing in freshly mowed grass.
The colors are everywhere.
Joy is everywhere.
But few even take the time to notice.
Instead they chase after their balloons of happiness.
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