Postponed happiness

Tribute n˚36

Be careful what you wish for...

Postponed happiness.

I’ll be better when I have this job, when I own this car, when I find love. 

Monday comes. While eating my breakfast, I was trying to digest fast the thoughts that kept me awake forever last night. 

This exercise I was trained for when I was asked what I wish to become. 

What do you want to be when you grow up?

How funny this is, at 8 I discovered my first orgasm, at 26 I sometimes wake up feeling like a 8 year old. Lego nostalgia. Everything fit back then. 

Reverse chances and surrendering oppositions. I’ll take my bet. For more. For tomorrow. Living in sorrow. 

... you just might get it.

Postponing my happiness was a bet I lost before even taking it.