The stress of it all.  The underlying anxiety of the state of the world, of work, of life, of situations, of decision made or not made, of age, danger, dying.  We wake up after a night of beating ourselves up; our minds alive with thoughts not our own.  We don’t talk about it, but it shows in our eyes.

The lies, the tribulation, the possibilities lost, the unrequited potential, the apathy.  It all tears at our conscious, our soul.  We drink coffee in the morning, and during the day, or after work, we drink to calm our nerves as thoughts re-enter our minds, our day is replayed.  It never ends.

That person that we know, the one that says the little things that sticks with us.  That news item that we couldn’t resist watching, the Facebook post that irked us.  The phone.  The fucking phone.  Texting.  We are alone and never alone and we watch as the world barrels down a one-way street towards a brick wall.

And each day, each hour, each minute time winds down and our live are shorter.  We forget how short life is, how amazing it could be for us.  How incredible it is and how worthwhile.

Happiness is the one decision, is self-forgiveness and is not battery operated.