no place seems gloomy
when you become the light source.
no path seems unattainable
when you become the ray of hope,
no sorrow seems melancholic
once you see the universe in you
the trivial pain appears so mundane
once you peek
inside your friend's soul.
perpetually seeking happiness,
if only you let them rest more;
constantly torn apart,
if only you stop
looking for validation everywhere,
if only you demolish the idea of it
and dwell in the beauty around you,
maybe then you'll realize
what you've been searching for
was in you all along.