Take the pen.
Spill the ink.
Write your heart out.

A healthy reframe:
to be jealous
is acknowledging
longing within,
when we detach
from that ache,
we become bored, disengaged,
angry and spew out apathy.

Just discovered,
I
HAD
A
Demon,
Attached to me.

It's Claws
We're so deep,
It's taken me
Many years To realise.

It was so clever,
Hidden so deep,
Inside my
Psyche

It's strength lay
In it's
Non existence
(To me)
But I caught
A fleeting glimpse,
Many situations
Over Many years,
Suddenly connected

And it was gone,
The holes
Where it's
Claws
Withdrew,
Will heal very quickly

What is your  purpose? To become happy?
What is your dream? Leave a legacy?
What is your goal? Live in glory?

Why?why?why?

Your glory? that will fade
legacy? Time will make them forget
Happiness, Well; matters no more that I'll bet

Why we forget ?

When the story ends
The very moment we all die
We feel empty, Nothing Matters no more
All of us become afraid, we regret; we all just cry