(prologue)
the air was still
and silence screamed
but he was happy
(right?)
everyone was
at-least he should've been.
but even then, the realization that he was happy was enough to cease joy
because, he knew, in the end, it was all temporary, so why let yourself be truly happy,
if it won't last?
live in the moment;;
his father's advice reverberated in his mind.
"but if i don't let myself enjoy the moment, there's less to miss when it's all over."
after-all, it was better to be less than miserable all the time, than melancholic when it all became just memories,
playing in the back of the mind,
wasn't it?
less to miss, less to cry over.
but more to regret,
the eternal conundrum