Looming atop our heads are things so many, so different: subjective worries. The constant poke to your brain. Reminder that to battle a time of incoming trouble, you must stop your current state of peace. Willingly rid yourself of happiness so not to have it snatched away from you.
Sometimes we do not wait for things to work out, to make sense. The fear of happiness being killed has killed happiness more times than any other trouble ever could.
Needle in hand, pop a balloon on will.
Or have it unknowingly popped behind your back.
The method, sure.
Yet both reach the same conclusion:
A burst balloon.
Because, to have hope despite how ever bleak the world may seem, is perhaps one of the hardest feat to conquer.
For it might not always prevent the ballon from bursting,
but at least it will stop you from being the one to do so.
P.S. Shifted to a new city, new house. Thus a new post so late. 🙁 I will try to write more about this whole change as soon as I get internet that doesn’t most of the time vanish into thin air! 🙂