The Princess and The Scribe-III

"In some other place,in some other time,I wish I were born,

Right now,my days are all dark,and there is no sign of morn.

I am torn between my family and me,our wishes clash often,

The agony and pain I feel,no fake sympathy can soften.

I fail in my goals,and I wonder if I am any good or worthwhile-

My self I despise,friends I have few,my life is a bane which I revile."

Saying so,the princess started weeping,and like early morning dew,

On a beautiful flower,from her eyes the first drops of tears flew.

"Princess",said the friendly scribe,"Yourself you must always cherish,

Irrespective of success,love or approval-these things may always perish.

Happiness isn't something you have to earn ,struggle and fight for,

It is like the boat in a lake of life,and you yourself carry its oar.

I spent so long,searching for joy outside of myself,outside of my mind,

Foolish that I was,I didn't see the greatest treasure was so easy to find.

It is now easy to see contentment and satisfaction are gifts we are born with-

That we need to achieve something to be glad,is nothing but a myth.

With yourself,you have all the tools,all the ammunition,all you require,

To have your birthright-your joy,and pull yourself out of your quagmire!

Why do you expect so much of yourself,why use so harsh standards?

Your thoughts and beliefs become your worst enemies,those unholy bastards.

Talk to thyself like you might with your bosom friend,in that sweet voice.

I wish thee all good fortune,I wish you all good cheer,may you rejoice!"