There's still time

When everything doesn't go according to plan, your smile-o-meter just keeps hitting the red zone.

All you want to do is curl up into a cozy ball and lull yourself to sleep.

And when everything seems so foreign, so new to you, you hold on to the only parts of your life you're familiar with, the only parts of your life that makes you happy.

But they are like sand in your palm; they slip through between your fingers and you find yourself left with tiny pellets of memories. You grab and grab handfuls of those happy sand, but each time you grab them, they just fall through your hands, and before you know it, you're drained from all the grabbing, and you just let go. The sea brings the sand with it.

They say happiness is not a destination, it is a state of mind.

But how do you do it when the sea keeps washing all your happy sand away?