I want you to imagine happiness. I'm not asking for the things that make you happy, materialistic or otherwise, I want you to imagine happiness in person. Give happiness a physical manifestation. What would happiness look like to you?
In my mind, happiness is a man. No, happiness is a stud. Happiness is 6"1, he has dark skin. He has six-pack abs, a perfect bubble butt, the type only anime cartoonists can sketch. Happiness has no ethnicity, no homeland; he's not tied down to any tribe or race. He is perfect to a fault. Everything I've ever dreamt about. Happiness has Tyra Bank's height, Kerry Washington's lips, Scarlett Johanssen's face, Eva Mendes's ass, Whitney Houston's voice, Helen Mirren's timelessness and Alicia Key's soul. He is the one I truly believe is for me.
Now, I know him, I want him, he should be mine. I should experience happiness in all him glory for the rest of my life... But the truth is I may never meet him. And this is the case of the majority of mankind; I will more likely end up with his brother, Acceptance.
Acceptance is the older brother of happiness. He is the one that men settle for. He's not as fine, nowhere as elegant, and though all our lives, we crave the being that is him younger brother, we more often than not end up with him.
We do not know this at first. When we're young, we all believe happiness is our birthright. We were not brought to earth to be the companions of acceptance, why should we? After all, why settle for average? We swear on everything precious that we shall never succumb to acceptance. Acceptance is not an option in the beginning, its happiness or nothing. "He will be mine! I will love and cherish him and he will reciprocate this, letting me bask in all him splendor and magnificence!"
But then we start to age, or as those who have gone before us term it, 'mature'. We start to see life for what it really is and we slowly begin to realize that happiness is not meant for all of us. Yes, there are a select few who will tickle him fancy. Some of us will meet happiness head on and force him to bend to our will. He will submit to our advances and stay with us, sometimes temporarily, others as a life mate.
And there are some of us he will laugh off our proposals. He will haughtily turn him back on us and let us know that we're not in him league. At that time, when we think all is lost, acceptance shall embrace us. Yes, we can't have him brother, but he's still there for us. He cannot give us all the pleasures him younger sibling can grant us, but he will not leave us hanging high and dry.
Acceptance will not give me a mind blowing fellatio, only his brother will do that. Acceptance will refuse the threesome I propose, he does not indulge in that. He will let me bang though, but not how I want it. And who am I to complain, it’s him or nothing.
People go through life with acceptance. He's not what they wanted, but what they got. The man with the extraordinary football skills who ended up as a banker, the boy with the magical voice who works as a secretary, the couple who married each other for convenience sakes, the talkative chap who would be perfect for radio, but works as a computer analyst, all these people were rejected by happiness and eloped with acceptance.
Acceptance will pay the bills. He will enable us have some semblance of a normal life. Acceptance will keep us safe, provide security and keep up necessary appearances. But he can never be him brother. He cannot be or give happiness.
I'm writing this because today, after all my fighting and struggling, I fear happiness has failed to hear me. For some reason, he's just not that into me, doesn't care for my propositions. Thus, I have relented to the call of him sibling. I and acceptance have come to a mutual agreement. It hurts like fucking hell, but I think I've given in to acceptance.
I am a man however. I must cheat; it’s genetically encoded into me. So, happiness, you bitch, we're not done yet. I may currently be involved with your brother, but don't for a second think that I've given up on you. Happiness shall be my girl, whether the bitch is into me or not. To everyone one who has settled, given up on happiness and yielded to acceptance, I pray you all find more strength and forge on. Tell acceptance that this, this is NOT why we are here.
Goodnight.
Belthazar