"How much is it? I wish you'd tell me the truth." She said, "happiness paid by love, honesty, truth..." I signed up because I thought this was perfect for me, see once I used to feel so unfortunate, so poor, without means of acquiring happiness I was bound to die a loner for sure.
Yet with time and self appreciation, with sights seen from my own eyes and not from the societal shades owned by everyone around me, I saw that I had what I truly needed, and that I was indeed rich, qualified, ready for love and to be loved since a tender age...
She listed the requirements and I ticked them off with glee, for once in my lifetime it sounded like someone was actually choosing me. See I had not the glits nor the glams, I had all that love required, except one key thing created by man, and apparently when that is missing, all applications run void... It's not like I hid it, it was there for all to see, so I wondered what she truly wanted, apparently to fulfill a partial fantasy.
It seems the least of the union was indeed her greatest need, see it brought what she truly wanted, acceptance in the eyes of the masses, love portrayed not lived, love posed not candid.
After my world emotionally came crashing down, I dug through the rubble and found my crown. See somewhere in the midst, I lost my self worth, I'm a prized possession, chasing an extention of happiness, disregarding the main source.
I found that it wasn't money, nor the lack thereof, but it was everything else I had to offer that made me such a catch, and those who lost me quickly found it to be true, that you can't put a price tag on happiness if it's really to be true.
And so I bask in my own company, enhancing my own traits, for whenever true love surfaces, it'll never seem too late, for I mastered the art of "Me" and in that time got my validate. First I erased the figure, then I tore that price tag off and chucked it in the trash. I'm a prized possession, and I decided never to settle for less once I learned that.
By Paul B. Peddie
May 4, 2017.
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