She had watched others be consumed by anger like a raging fire consumes a forest. It was ugly. She never wanted to be like that, but moments came when she would blame a person, place or thing, but most of all, herself. She hated herself.
She wished she could find happiness like the innocence found in the surety of a child who is asked, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”
“I want to be happy,” the child wholeheartedly replies.
Unfortunately, adults always seem to correct a child who suggests such an implausible idea, “You can’t be just happy. Happiness is not a job. Do you want to be a doctor or a teacher? How about a lawyer?”
She thought it was ludicrous no one ever asked a child if they wanted to be a French fry tosser or zoo shit scooper. She doubted a child would even give it a second thought if they were really happy, they’d probably ask, “Do I get free fries or can I see the lions?”
Happiness, elusive as a giant squid in the depths of the ocean. It was probably why most adults would divert happiness being found in some occupation and still end up miserable as hell. Adulting at its finest.
Her thoughts rampaged, “Good luck! ‘Cause you screwed this up. Look at your choices. You were ignorant and stupid, so this is what you get. Forget it. Deal with it and move on. This is life. It simply sucks!”
But a daring new thought came into her rumination, “What if adults were wrong?”
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