 
Can you truly say you're happy with your life? Can anyone truly tell themselves or others that life is going great? I know of no one, not the poor, middle class, or wealthy... Not the child, young man, or old... I know of no one who is truly satisfied with their lives. There's always something wrong, something that's off by just enough... That we realized we want what we don't have or could have.. Or might never have. I try to look at the little things in life that amuse me.. Italian paperclips... The last Harry Potter book... Soda cans lined up on the windowsil... My kitten Sawyer as he naps in the rocking chair... None of that seems to matter right now as I sit back and take a breath. Why can't I just be happy? I am happy, right? I've got a great husband, close friends, a little extra stashed away for Italy... Sometimes that smile appears all on it's own, but most of the time... It comes on command. No one is truly happy and if they say they are... Shoot them on sight. |