There comes a time
When crying seems meaningless.
Grief turns out to be just a part of fate.
If such fate is true,
bliss becomes no more than moments.
Moments through which we learn to smile.
Laughing turns into a magic power.
I should say I'm happy.
But... I reached a point in life
that makes it hard to think I am.
Happiness flows in and out
like blood that streams within.
Sadness flows alike.
That makes me alive.
Neither happy nor sad.
Alive!
Then, as time goes by,
A tear and a smile both seem
much the same, once lucidity
is the tool that helps me feel them.
Then, I have found out that
being well is being lucid.
For beginners in life:
Welcome to the world
where joy and grief are two
inevitable paths we trail.
Like nature, we have no balance.
As creatures, we can derail.
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