Just wondering

what I once was
I will never be again.
what I am
I have never been
and never will...
isn’t it strange
that I never am
what I really am?...

Love ^ happiness

Love and happiness do not overlap by definition...
they only intersect now and then.
And yet,
not having loved at all
is a greater loss
than
being safely unaware of such beauty and torment.
After all...
happiness is desirable
but not essential.
An intense living though is.
So one can keep searching
for deeper farther meanings in life.