PURSUIT OF MORE

When I was young, I used to envy every seemingly jovial person. Now I pity most because sometimes I can smell depression deep within 4 layers of fake smiles. The stench is horrendous. This 'gift' comes at a cost. It turns out the most expensive mask you can ever put on are feigned smiles. Frustrations eat us alive from within and with no better days approaching, we are forced to live off of great memories. The lack of any heartening hope makes the situation no easier to bear. The blankness of the future is taunting.