Lying on my bed every night ,
I think of everything I’ve done- wrong and right.
Each distinct memory revving by,
Some making me giggle and some making me cry.
“What makes you happy ?” asked my heart,
The answer was merely an overwhelming void that tore me apart.
“Is there anything that I love” , asked my soul,
Its another big void- sucking everything up like a giant black hole.
I then thought,”Can I spread happiness or at least make someone smile?”
Yeah, many people raised their hands, a petty little solace at the end of an aisle.
But then, “What makes ME happy ?” is what I really want to know,
A puzzle still unanswered- a never ending woe.
Who am I ? and what do I want ?
Each answer starts asking something new, the night begins to haunt.
Something immediately seemed to ease my pain,
It brought some hope, it soothed the sprain.
The thought- “May be this is what a man is destined to do,
To spread happiness and joy, to let the light spread through,
To just show the way and then step aside,
To let the people walk, run and let them ride the tide.
And then rejoice their success,
You will find the pain vanish, you’ll find it regress.
Its not always the ‘I ‘ in your LIFE,
Spreading the Love, being a Friend and bearing some Empathy shall also lets you thrive”.
This was what love meant after all: sacrifice and selflessness. It did not mean hearts and flowers and a happy ending, but the knowledge that another’s well-being is more important than one’s own- Anonymous