Happiness isn’t something you stumble upon or find settled in side walk cracks.
It’s not in the same experiment you try back to back to back.
You make it like you make the air to help the trees breath. It’s energy you expel and your soul then feeds.
You deserve to choose you. A long Winter ago, I did too.
You break a cycle and you slowly chisel away at war torn walls. You choose you and you can finally turn a corner and stop haunting the same halls.
Pull the weeds that overgrow your mind; throw down seeds, loose your anxiety, and just feel the breeze. You are allowed to choose you. You are allowed to take care of your garden. That’s what growers do.