The Pursuit of Happiness

Thoughts of my heart which had previously been unable to eloquently express themselves.
Done so, now,
As Written by Dallas Clayton.


I think it used to mean
making enough
every day
to provide for the people you love,
and loving enough
so that those people
would also provide for you.

It seems like now it means
making more than you could ever need or use
and keeping as much of it as possible
because you don’t have time
every day
to love anyone enough
for them to want to share.


One of my favourites of all time:

“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –

And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –

I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.


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