Happiness To Find When Found Is A Keeper

I no longer question my dislike for anyone. Or their displeasure for me. I admit I once did. But the answer lacked substance. And I felt unqualified to keep wondering why. So I left it with an acceptance unexpected. Like many who witness each season change, From one to another as if to discard... The advances made of an unwanted lover. A replacement comes to move one out of the way. Druthers of others to interpret is too complicated. Something had been permitted to exist, Occurred. And I don't intentionally initiate negativity. With it known if shown a reason is deserved. Nor do I wonder with prolonged curiosity, Why a day begins with sunshine to then end, In pouring rain to keep an appetite craved, For blue and cloudless skies. It is what it is to be left as part of life to live. To get over with it done to keep moving on. And it hurts sometimes not to be petty. It does. Especially if relationships develop that way. Always gray with an overcasting of gloom. But someone has to grow to know, Remaining petty does not define having peace of mind. And happiness to find when found is a keeper. With no one to degrade it in debate to rate its longevity.