Joy, interrupted

Joy. What the fuck is it? I’ve known a few women named Joy, who have been the opposite of joyful. Is joy happiness? Is it the practice of being happy? Because it seems that I start to be happy, then the joy disappears. As soon as I think I have the solution, I realize that it may indeed not solve anything, but create more problems. Are we responsible for our own joy? The joy of others? How do you do it ? How do you keep it? Is it inside me? Or was it inside of me and it’s gone? Hopelessness sometimes seems to be the end result of this journey. In the end, will I have brought others joy? Did i forget mine in the process? 🖤

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