A Rebuke of Chronic Dissatisfaction

People only put pen to paper
to write about three things:
love
pain
and sorrow.

Today,
I stand to write about something different:
Euphoria.

Euphoria is looking upon the tidal basin
cherry blossoms in bloom, 
golden hour upon your cheeks
and wind sending a chill 
down the nape of your neck. 

She is the celebration of joy
the acknowledgement of serenity 
and the acceptance of life without worry. 

Euphoria knows no jealousy. 
She doesn't recognize pity,
and averts her eyes
 from vengeance. 

Euphoria graces your ears with gentle 
waves kissing pavement 
Rewards your mind few second thoughts
what ifs 
and how comes. 
Euphoria invites herself to stay,
but only remains
if you let her. 

Why don't we write about joy?
Why don't we write about happiness?
We write about pain, 
we wallow in sorrow,
we sing about love
because they are easy. 

Joy? 
Joy is hard. 
Joy is difficult to attain because 
joy only waits for an invitation 
from self-worth
vulnerability
compassion
and confidence.

Today I choose tow write about euphoria. 
I am finally inviting her to stay.