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Joy

D: I miss being a kid.


P: Me too. I keep asking myself, "when will I finally get to be happy again". I was hoping that someday I would rediscover that carefree joy. But I'm starting to realise that I never will. Life isn't made for finding joy; it's a daily fight just to stay on your feet. We aren't owed happiness. If anything, joy is a consolation prize we accept along our journey up the mountain; a fleeting moment in which we forget that we are always climbing up a hill that we will never turn back down. There is no waiting for the future because things will always be as they are, as they always have been. And maybe I'm okay with that.


D: Oh, I just meant going to the beach naked – but that too I guess.

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