Y Thursday, February 26, 2009
11:42 pm
Fatigued, numb and just sick of all that was going on around him, he gave in. His head dipped low, he collapsed onto a brick sideline adorning the sides of the depressing grey concrete path.It wasn't the best of times, but a wizened old man with clothes that have seen better days, swaggered toward him with an unsteady gait, a bottle of cheap vodka in his hand. Somehow, he'd gotten the homeless man's attention. Maybe was legally trespassing the old timer's house.
"Ahh 'nother one of you young un's." He slurred. "Wha-what's your problem now eh?"
Not that he was in a right emotional state to answer any questions. But he was brought up to have restraint.
"Life and its nuances. If we do not live for happiness, what else do we live for?" He asked rhetorically in an icy tone.
The old man snorted, shook his head and replied "Ah kid.. kid.. finding happiness, it's easy. Keeping it, now that's hard."
He laughed bitterly.
"Some people, they been tryna find happiness all their life, think they never found it. They spend.. spend a lifetime and never realize, it been there all along, they just not keepin' it, boy, not keepin' it right." the homeless, wizened man continued with a melancholy tone.
Finding happiness is easy, it's keeping it that's the hard part.
He'd never forget those words.