Joy doesn’t “find” you;
good fortune won’t light
like bluebirds of happiness
on your slumped shoulders.
Joy doesn’t come up
like flowers in a garden,
some sudden epiphany
before your eyes.
Joy doesn’t “find” you;
it happens, on purpose,
the moment you seek it
in something you are.
Joy, much like happiness,
self, and fulfillment,
aren’t simply out there
like lottery picks.
Joy doesn’t “find” you.
You “find” it – by looking,
by acting according
to what you would be.
Joy doesn’t “find” you.
It does no good hoping,
unless you start moving
beyond listless dreams.
04 JAN 2017
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