Enough to let me go.

Sometimes the weight of happiness pushes you back down to reality. I mean, really, we aren't made to be happy all the time. We just aren't. Nope. We probably aren't made to always be looking for it as well.
"I just want to be happy and in love."
"I try so hard to be good. When am I going to get my chance?"
"Read 'The Secret' and you'll be happy."
"I've been praying for happiness in my heart."
All of those things are funny and wrong. Maybe they aren't wrong for some people, but they are for me. They shift the focus to personally instead of unity. Sometimes I'll fall back into those things and they'll eat at me. Thankfully there is someone in my life that isn't concerned with only what happens to their heart. <--and that is my reason to be happy a lot of the time; that and because when my thoughts are buried under the box they won't give up because of some selfish thoughts. The awareness that being a human will happen, yet still holding their hand before, when, and after it does happen is probably some form of L.
It's fine to be sad. Hell, it's probably fine to be terrified living in this community of people all over the world. Blockbuster movies, songs, and idiots have given us hope in lov.. that's not really there.
" "I can't live without you"- "I would die if you ever left me"- These are not the songs of love, these are the songs of consumption." -Jon Foreman
Although..most everyone finds comfort from the world in the same idea.
But to believe in the idea, to live for the idea, to fight for the idea, to listen to the idea, to sing for the idea, and to bring life into their dried leaves making it not an idea anymore are great ways to coalesce.