I guess maybe...Happiness is like a guitar.

A guitar's handy, you can bring it everywhere you go.

It stays by your side all the time; you play it, singin' with the music, and be happy - all the time.

Whenever you meet with something unpleasant, you'll know to take out that guitar and start strummin', coz music can lift the worst of moods.

But as more and more things pile up on you, you start staggerin' under the immense weight of everything - family, school, work, friends, love, bills, etc., you put down that guitar, "just for a short while", so you can better balance all your burden.

At first you think your shoulders are somewhat freed from some weight, and you keep goin'. But slowly, you feel that something is not quite right, something lackin' in your life perhaps?

You ignore that tiny voice in your head and get back to business. Keep movin' forward.

Yes, you're gettin' by just fine, well, sorta. But once the weight gets too much for you, everything whizzin' thru your head, and you feel like tearin' out your hair and screamin', cryin', wallowin' in self-pity... You collapse on the ground, on top of everything you've been carryin' all these while.

And then at the corner of your eye, you see something familiar.

Your good old guitar! Still safely stored in the now dusty case.

You pick it up once more, take out your guitar, and start strummin'. Quickly, the music fills your mind, your heart, your soul. You open your mouth and let the words come out in a melody.

You're singin' - again, with that faithful guitar which you realised, has never left your side.

With this, you now know that you should continue to carry that guitar wherever you go. When something comes along, you can play the guitar in celebration, or in comfort. At the end of the day, you'll know that that good old guitar will always remind you why you're still trudgin' on in Life.

You keep playin' the guitar until one day, alas, as with all the things, the guitar becomes broken. You can get it repaired, or you can get it replaced. But by then, you may probably realise that you don't need that guitar anymore! Coz the music is now ingrained in your bones. Some of us, can by then get by fine, without that guitar, livin' Life to the fullest with the melodies that keep playin' in their heads. Some of us, on the other hand, will still get that guitar fixed to continue writin' new melodies with that faithful old instrument.
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I guess everyone has his/her own 'guitar', his/her own Happiness and reasons to smile/get by in Life.

Happiness sometimes seems like a Lost & Found thing for me. But until last night I realised that I've prolly never lost it in me; just that when the goin' gets tough, I bury myself so much in everything that, I dunno, I forget to be happy? Like, I forget that there are still so many things to be happy about, and I really shouldn't just let myself keep sinkin' into my self-created abyss.

Just ramblin' on haha. Not sure if I still make sense by the end of this post, so do excuse anything illogical. xD

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