journal forty-seven.

If your happiness became the only form of payment,

How much more selfish would you be?

What would be worth your tears?

I want you to think carefully

Because I really think that’s it.

That’s the price we are paying.

To live this life,

It should go without saying

That you only get to be with you,

Experience the world through your own eyes.

Surround yourself with others, sure,

But your sadness can’t be disguised.

In those moments you’re left alone,

And only yourself is there,

Could you tell yourself you’re really happy?

Cross your heart? Pinky-swear?

Fill your life with you-first decisions.

Think about what you’re really giving up.

I promise you you’ll live a life truly worth living.

Let’s not leave it up to luck

Or that him or her or who

Or whatever you are giving control of your life.

There’s no time like now to follow your own advice.

Published by Brittany Given

Raw and unadulterated — this is how I typically feel things. And when I feel these things I think I feel, I write. My little pieces of comprehension have taken the form of words jumbled together on your screen. A masterpiece? Probably not, but welcome to glimpses of this incredible life I get to experience. I do hope you’ll stick around.

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