If we must consume to survive happiness must not be dictated by longevity.
We are not here to be happy.
Well happiness is great but some are happy about the misdeads of others.
Love is not built on schadenfreude.
Real love is a mystery to the selfish, to the narcissists.
So hard to find, yet of unyielding power we must give ourselves over.
If we are waves and allow love to control our actions,
worry shall never block our way until we return back whence we came.