Be it not wrong?

Be it not wrong to indulge in happiness? When the world is swirling with utter anguish, shall I fear selfishness. That I should enjoy the trappings of a simple life when all around me is aghast? That with every inhalation of my baited breath I should hinder my satisfaction in my environment when there are many who lie in a repugnant wake? Often times I ponder what the key to life's joy looks like and perhaps I hold it unsuspectedly? So whilst I travel on this journey of hypothesis, I share most with many; an ear for listening, a heart for empathy, a sense for humor and a zest for spirit. I ask is it just that in return I prescribe myself the label of just sheer contentedness? For once I my life I have surrendered my demons. Eliminated my toxic relationships and eradicated my discourse for those who betray. Yes, while all around me the penchant for life's pitfalls is a focal point of many, my journey has been too long and my road too rough to maintain a future stock in its negative amenities. So I will draw my sword of indifference towards its ugly head and make an oath to my own human spirit that while it may appear wrong to live in the state of contentedness which I reside you can deem it wrong but to I it's just right.