Recognition

I had this thought recently. What if sadness had embed itself so deeply into my life, latched onto my soul, and reverberates into the core of my being that it became the norm? What if I went through life without any expectations, or dreams, or aspirations, because I do not realistically expect any after years of dashed hopes and dreams?

What if one day I found happiness, will I still be able to recognise it? Will I still remember how it taste and smell like, feel like? What if I had completely forgotten what it feels like to be happy and let it slip past me unnoticed?

I need to remember how it feels like to be happy. I need to recognise happiness, again.