tuff times

She is confused by
this
idea of
happiness. What if she
ever
isn’t? Has she
failed? Did she? Is she unworthy? Or
has she somehow made a choice
she doesn’t
know
she’d ever made, because she would
never choose
to be
unhappy. Would she? She wonders
about that,
too: maybe she
would, might
could. And why? She doesn’t
think about this
a
lot. Maybe
just once
a
day. Some people say
that happiness
is
a
choice, but she thinks
that’s just
one of those
correct things to say, like
“when the going gets tough,
the
tough
get going.” She knew plenty
of tough people who never went when things
started getting
difficult. Sometimes,
they were
just
too
tired.