I once knew a man.
His name was Happy.
He loved his wife and loved his Kids.
He never felt sad.
He didn’t even know the word existed.
He had a job that supported his family.
He loved God and prayed every night.
His eyes were pure.
They had never been exposed to hate.
Everyone loved him.
His ears never had to bleed from the pain.
His nose never had to smell the stench of jealousy.
His smile was protected by his happiness.
One day Happy Lost everything.
One day Happy, couldn’t smile anymore.
One day Happy lost his family.
One day Happy lost his job.
One day happy felt hate for the first time.
One day happy’sears began to bleed from the pain.
One day Happy’s nose smelled the stench of Jealously.
One day Happy felt as is God had abandoned him.
Happy was left in the middle of the street.
Reaching for Grace.
Trying to pull himself up, towards the sky.
His hands reaching for the heavens, Crying, “Where Are You?!”
In the background there is a Beautiful Sunset.
Happy hears a voice behind him speak.
“Right Here”
Happy turns around only to find that no one was there.
All he saw was a beautiful Sunset.
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