They say
laughter prolongs your life. If so, then I have many years ahead of me. It is my drug of choice. A medication whose
label wrapped around its orange plastic bottle reads possible side effects as
a positive outlook, jubilance, and a temporary warm feeling inside. All the
symptoms of this addiction are positive. No needles, loss of memory, or driving
impairment. My addiction hasn’t cost me a dime. People underestimate the power
of this drug. Life isn’t a cake walk full of decorated tables abundant with
savory sweets and treats. There is ugly in this world. Disappointment, backstabbing, anxiety,
dishonesty, heartbreak, regret, and rejection all have the potential to
completely counteract the effects of my trusty medicine. When they reach this dangerous
potential the withdrawal pain they cause is excruciating. If I don’t get a fix
before it’s too late, I am broken. A shadow is cast over my life and my head
hangs low with sadness. However, as soon as I can get my hands on my long lost
friend, the pieces start to come back together. The heavy load carried in my
heart becomes lighter. I’ve learned my lesson and no longer let these dangerous
feelings wreck my high. A laugh is the most potent form of happiness and
relaxation in existence. It has the ability to turn darkness to light. There is
no guarantee that these depressants will cease to be in my life and try to
interfere with my trusty stimulant. Tears will run down my cheeks for the rest
of my life, but as long as most are tears of happiness then that’s perfectly
fine with me.
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