Why Don't I Write After Happiness?
“ Why Don't I Write After Happiness? ” Ya, I'm curious about that. But I've come to understand myself about this. Maybe I used to write because of pain. Because of anxiety, silence, and a chest too tight to contain my feelings. Words became an escape, a prayer, my outlet. But now, as my heart begins to calm down and the world is no longer as sharp as it once was, this pen seems to have lost its way. Because there are no more tears to shed, no more wounds pressing for healing. I want to keep writing without periods at the end of words, but after happiness comes in my version, it's not that easy. 🌿 Maybe Because, Sadness is a fast-burning fuel. When life is still dark, writing becomes light. When light comes, we forget what darkness feels like. And we stop lighting the candle of words. Happiness keeps us busy living life. We start enjoying the day, chatting, laughing, and loving. There's no time to sit alone and stir up words. There's no longer the quiet space...
