Ask yourself, what makes me happy?

Now think... 

Is it the circumference of a circle, smiling back at you?
Or is it a colon and the end of a parenthesis : ) in an email or text message sent to you?
Can happiness be described as rays of sun, inundating your skin?
Can happiness be measured with a ruler or on a scale from 1 to 10?

Can the government dictate to us and tell us what true happiness is?
Can our parents and grandparents explain to us when our happiness should begin?
Is it found in music notes floating on a page?
Is it hidden in the mist of fit of rage?

Can it be the wind whispering ever so slightly tickling your ear?
Is it knowing that Christmas will soon be here?
Is it feeling the baby kick for the first time?
Does it appear when you right your first rhyme?

Can it jump from person to person, infecting us with joy?
Or is it bound in the pit of your stomach festering and annoying? 
Do you realize you are happy when you get to the end of that bottle? 
Or do you sometimes find happiness hard to swallow? 

Is it in the aroma and taste of Mom’s good 'ole home cookin'? 
Or is in the bathroom mirror searching and awkward looking? 
Is happiness uncovered at the bottom of your favorite cookie jar? 
Or is it in embracing the work that sealed the deal of that brand new car? 

As simple and pleasurable as it may seem, 
happiness is cunning and keen.
It can sneak up on you when you least expect it,
punishing you because it feels neglected. 

Happiness is Knowing that you can do anything you want to do, be it good or bad,
Even if happiness somehow make you sad. 
Strange how something meant to stimulate
can cause you to contemplate, 
and second-guess, why you feel that way. 

True happiness is you being real with you. 
Not accepting anything less than what you choose,
accepting who you are as unique and as flawed as you may be. 
I discovered that my true happiness is seeded in me.