To know what is happines,
You must first know how it feels to
Lose things,
Fail in progess,
Feel the future dissolve in a blink of the eye,
Like salt in your wound.

Bliss does not come cheap,
Its a price that we have to afford.
The road that we take,
The things that we do,
Will we reach our destination?
Or fail in the journey?

Before you know happiness as the deepest thing inside,
You must know sadness as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow,
Speak with it until your voice catches the thread of sorrow.
And you will size,
Of the cloth.

Bear the clothing,
Know of the pain and suffering,
Then only, truly,
Will you know happiness.