I think I could write a story about my life
With a tongue-in-cheek name like ‘The Measuring Spoon of Life’
It would be about a little girl who would carefully measure her happiness by how many nights a week her favourite cousins could sleep over
She would use teaspoons and tablespoons to represent her happiness
When she was a teenager, she learned to measure happiness in dimes and grams
She would use scales and dime bags to symbolize her happiness
As she grew into a young adult, her happiness amounted to how many days in a row she got to spend with her love
For that she used cell phone pictures depicting laughter and text messages filled with flirting
Then when she hit her late 20s, she would measure her happiness by how long she could remain in public without having a panic attack
She would use mood journals and diaries to interpret her happiness
Later in her mid 30s, her happiness was measured by milligrams, and how many Ativan’s she’d had to take
Pill bottles and prescriptions were the perfect illustrations of how much happiness she’d been prescribed
Throughout the story the landscape changed
The young girl grew into a teenager and then an adult
But her objective in life remained the same
The pursuit of happiness
She learned very early on
That happiness only came in small doses
And because of that, it should be treasured dearly
She would think to herself
Maybe it’s so people don’t overdose on happiness
It’s far too sacred to be given an abundance of
In the story of the young girl, she learned early on
That happiness is not going to stick around forever
So she learned to cherish the nights with cousins, the recklessness found in the dimes and grams of youth, the lucky days spent with lovers, the little successes during rough patches
Like all great stories
It comes with a life lesson
Using the girl who measured happiness with spoons as an example
The story warns that if she had so much as blinked her eyes
She might have missed one of the small measured capsules that happiness would hide in
But that little girl was smart
And she knew that one day she might need a dose of her treasured happiness
She knew it would help her
To get through all the hard times that were waiting up ahead
The story ends with that little girl as an old woman now
Suffering through pain of illness, loss and disease
She looks so old and sad
She opens up a memory box
And empties it all onto the bed beside her
Out comes the spoons, the scales, the pictures, the journals, the diaries, the prescriptions
The old woman looks at her life laid in front of her
Instruments of measured happiness
And she’s so grateful
That she held onto all of those small doses of happiness
She thinks to herself
How much she needed to see it, to feel it all over again
She smiles for the first time in a long while
She can’t even count how many times
Those small doses of happiness that she’d held onto
Saved her life
Maybe a thousand times already
And once more
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Joey Paterno
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