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,

1. 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.
2. 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 we once knew when our hearts were empty.
3. When peace comes, emotions no longer explode. Once words were born from storms, now the sea is calm, and the waves don't call. Writing feels silent.
4. Fear disturbs the peace. There's a fear that digging too deep will open old wounds. And we prefer silence.

💢But... I Realize That Writing Doesn't Have to Be About Wounds. We can write from love. From gratitude, from a simple morning smile. From warm coffee, a gentle hug, or a quiet walk. Happiness can also become poetry. So...

✦ I will change my intention to write. Not to heal anymore, but to celebrate. Not to escape, but to be fully present in this life.

✦ I will find stories in the light. Writing about hope, about lessons, about love that grows in silence.

✦ I won't wait for wounds to write. Because words can be born from calm and happiness. Not from storms, but from the dew that falls gently in the morning.

💢And if I feel the pen is still heavy... I will ask my heart, what does it want to convey? Not to the world, but to myself. Writing isn't just for when you're sick. It can be a way to love life, and to record the little things too beautiful to forget, expressing the joy you'll always feel.