The Path of Contentment

Was happiness just a veil? Disillusioned by its radiance, should we worry more? The Nightmare creeps, always lurking behind the curtain, fear flows in its vein, cursing us with burden. Meaning is not found in happiness's presence, but in the absence of Nightmare's grip. Are we sober in its hold, or does normalcy require happiness? Soothing and drowning, happiness is an addicting substance. Why weep under its absence? Embrace life without an added ecstasy, without fear of the nothingness. Find contentment on the path with the least Nightmare, unbound by the vine of joyous roads.