The Elusive Blue Bird
Morning. I know that damn Blue Bird of Happiness is out there somewhere—but if past experience means anything, it’s probably circling overhead, waiting for the perfect moment to take a crap on my head.
People love to talk about finding joy, as if it’s some grand, predictable event, something you can plan for or summon at will. But the truth is, happiness is unpredictable. It comes and goes as it pleases—sometimes in small moments like a good cup of coffee or an old song, other times teasing you before vanishing just as quickly.
Some days, no matter how hard you look, it’s nowhere to be found. Maybe that’s just the way it works—not something to chase, but something to catch in passing, if you’re lucky enough to notice.
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