Miles of Misery

Some people walk through life thinking about all the things that are wrong. Some even blame everyone for all their misfortune. But, in a moment of happiness, they still find misery about something or another. It makes me wonder if misery is their way of coping and functioning; if they’ve accepted misery as a way of life. It seems as though bitterness is their only choice to be strong, prideful, and empty. I wonder for one moment that if they stumbled on a block of joy, it could take the place of all their misery.