At the end of the day
What makes you happy?
Is it a ladybug falling on your hand
And the ensuing sweetness of a wish?
How about a good book and a cup of coffee?
That always does it for me.
Perhaps it’s taking the reins of fate
And living life the way you want
With everyone falling in your shadow.
Well, now, I’m not sure of it.
Fate can be a fickle mistress
But to each their own.
Perhaps walking in nature does it for you
Or enjoying the bliss of an argument.
Watching drama unfold and
Knowing you can stay pristine,
Far away from grit or guile.
Okay, I may be getting warmer.
Some people enjoy listening to the sounds of the ocean
As they beat against the store in a continuous
Push and pull.
Some prefer to give and others take.
Take others by the hand to show them,
Prove to them
You know best.
Helping people is a great power
Until it becomes about the giver instead of the receivers.
You do this because it makes you feel better
Not because it makes others feel better.
Hmm, I’m on the right path here.
Being the benefactor.
Mother knows best.
Like I said, at the end of the day, it’s about what makes you happy.
Isn’t that convenient?
Photographer: Aneta Ivanova