My greatest wish is that they keep their joy.
When the storm comes they simply zip up and hold on tight.
Push through that shit.
To quit, that option doesn’t exist because often times our joy is dependent on whether or not we persist to continually fight for it.
May they fight for it like their life depends on it.
Joy: their life depends on it like a drug with side effects fueled by love peace and patience.
May they never take it for granted nor waste it....