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Why So Happy?

A stream of thoughts on my life

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Why So Happy?
Koraima Gonzalez-Diaz

Today is a wonderful day. I look outside every now and then, staring upon the swirling emotions, and think to myself, “I am happy.”

But why is that so? Is it just a passing wind, a gust of ecstatic emotions, or is it something else, something far greater than just a moment? I know it is. I know because my body is telling me so. I know because I still have a lot to live for. Doubt, I don’t recognize it. It faded far beyond me. I have surpassed it, left it in the dust of oblivion. There are no regulations; I am my own master. On my life’s road there are no separate lines; it is a one-way road.

Where I am to go I will never know, but am I looking forward to it? Hell to the yes, and I have never been more proud of myself. There’s a heart within me, and it’s growing with each passing day. There’s happiness that is cascading, and I know I’m safe within the limits of myself.

I have been under ground so many times. I have been broken to pieces I couldn’t even tell how my reflection looked like. I crawled, alone and hidden from everything and everyone. My only friend was a disguise I had tailored for myself. Back then, there was no road for me. My life was a plain desert, and I was just a grain of sand moving with the wind’s dictation. I was a puppet under the iron fist of a cruel society. It doesn’t allow diversity. It doesn’t allow something out of the pattern. I feel sorry for people who bend to its will. I feel sorry for those who stop at every red light. I have had my fists broken, my nails chipped, my body craving - I have bled. But I didn’t stop. I have seen the sky I wanted to reach and never gave up. Pull, crawl, but I won't ever give up.

See that red light? I'll pass it, dive right into my future, start the search - find myself. My skin will burn, my insides will melt, and there will be no outer space - for the time being. I'll steal a vehicle and begin my journey.

I'll have a shot, pass a class, party like there is no tomorrow - make myself feel alive. I'll make friends, fall in love, break my heart - experience unimaginable.

I'll get mad, be annoyed, dive into happiness - be my own clarity.

Life is a wonderful thing, a turbulent ride with only one escape. We are all worth it; we are all here for a reason. We are all free.

I will be unbound, experience anarchy, lead the way. Wake up from the dream of despair. Get up and heal. I am a valuable piece in someone’s puzzle but the most important part in my own. Let it be clear that I am an entity. Let it be clear that I have the strength to overcome even the toughest of challenges. Insanity is just another form of clarity. Pass the boundaries and step beyond the red lights; what I am looking for is right there. It’s waiting for me.

All of us should be happy, no matter the circumstances. We shouldn’t limit ourselves to the recipes prescribed by the society. We are free, and we are what we are; there is no other way. Unless we pass those red lights, unless we break free of the iron fist, we’ll never be truly happy; we’ll never be truly ourselves. I will be myself, and only then will I defeat the worst by myself.

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