I want you to imagine HAPPINESS.
I’m not asking for the things that make you happy, materialistic or otherwise, I want you to imagine happiness in person.
Give happiness a physical manifestation. What would happiness look like to you?
In my mind, happiness is a w̶o̶m̶a̶n̶.. No, happiness is a babe.
Happiness is 6″1, she has dark skin. She’s a nice moderate C cup, a perfect 360 degree behind, the type only Anime cartoonist can sketch.
Happiness has no ethnicity, no homeland, she’s not tied down to any tribe or race. She is perfect to a fault. Everything I’ve ever dreamt about.
Happiness has Tyra Bank’s height, Kerry Washington’s lips, Scarlett Johanssen’s face, Eva Mendes’s Ukwu, Whitney Houston’s voice, Helen Mirren’s timelessness and Alicia Key’s soul.
She is the one I truly believe is for me.
Now, I know her, I want her, she should be mine. I should experience happiness in all her glory for the rest of my life…
But the truth is I may never meet her. Rather, and this is the case of the majority of mankind, I will more likely end up with her sister, Acceptance.
Acceptance is the older sister of happiness. She is the one that men settle for. She’s not as fine, nowhere as elegant, and though all our lives, we crave the being that is her younger sister, we more often than not end up wit her.
We do not know this at first. When we’re young, we all believe happiness is our birthright.
We were not brought to earth to be the companions of acceptance, why should we? After all, why settle for average?
We swear on everything precious that we shall never succumb to acceptance.
Acceptance is not an option in the beginning, its happiness or nothing. “She will be mine! I will love and cherish her and she will reciprocate this, letting me bask in all her splendour and magnificence!”
But then we start to age, or as those who have gone before us term it, ‘mature’.
We start to see life for what it really is and we slowly begin to realise that happiness is not meant for all of us. Yes, there are a select few who will tickle her fancy.
Some of us will meet happiness head on and force her to bend to our will. She will submit to our advances and stay with us, sometimes temporarily, others as a life mate.
And there are some of us she will laugh off our proposals. She will ‘haughtily’ turn her back on us and let us know that we’re not in her league. At that time, when we think all is lost, acceptance shall embrace us.
Yes, we can’t have her sister, but she’s still there for us. She cannot give us all the pleasures her younger sibling can grant us, but she will not leave us hanging high and dry.
Acceptance will not give me a mind blowing fellatio, only her sister will do that.
Acceptance will refuse the threesome I propose, she does not indulge in that. She will let me bang tho, but not how I want it.
And who am I to complain? Shey, its her or nothing.
People go through life with acceptance. She’s not what they wanted, but what they got.
The man with the extraordinary football skills who ended up as a banker, the girl with the magical voice who works as a secretary, the couple who married each other for convenience sakes, the talkative chap who would be perfect for radio, but works as a computer analyst, all these people were rejected by happiness and eloped with acceptance.
Acceptance will pay the bills. She will enable us have some semblance of a normal life.
Acceptance will keep us safe, provide security and keep up necessary appearances. But she can never be her sister. She cannot be or give happiness.
I’m writing this because today, after all my fighting and struggling, I fear happiness has failed to hear me.
For some reason, she’s just not that into me, doesn’t care for my propositions. Thus, I have relented to the call of her sibling. I and acceptance have come to a mutual agreement. It hurts like fucking hell, but I think I’ve given in to acceptance.
I am a man however. I must cheat, its genetically encoded into me.
So, happiness, you b*tch, we’re not done yet. I may currently be involved with your sister, but don’t for a second think that I’ve given up on you.
Happiness shall be my girl, whether the b*tch is into me or not. To everyone one who has settled, given up on happiness and yielded to acceptance, I pray you all find more strength and forge on.
Tell acceptance that this, this is NOT why we are here.