Happy.

I don't seem to comprehend the insane joy of happiness.
Why must only happiness be glorified?
Why isn't pain, sorrow glorified as it must be?
Why must one run away?
Run away and Hide, like the little lollies and pleasure we seek - material, all of them- would last
And thus the joy turns into temptation.
Temptation to Addiction.
And you just can't seem to Let Go.
You think this gives you a high - an uplift to your sensory stimulae or is it just the numbness?
I can never tell.
But where is the joy? The happiness?
I thought joy was a heightened sensation. An internal state so complete, complex, so euphoric you cannot speak. Where everything seems beautiful, where you only want to see more beauty, where you only want the joy inside, out.
Where not the clichéd rosy, sigh, sigh, cotton candy strikes your heart.
But ultimate reality, what the world is strikes you and you are happy.
Not because you have something, gained something.
But because you are,
And you just are.
And that simple phrase makes you Happy.