meaningless

i dont like the word happiness. it’s fleeting, hebel and temporal. i will welcome happiness but will not seek it or desire to obtain such a thing, it’s transient insubstantiality. it can come but it will pass. i believe in joy, everlasting. i want the taste of eternity on my lips, the look of meaning in my eyes. i dont want the bitter sours from flighty instances of satisfaction. i will be happy in moments, but what i long for is joy.