I think about where my life has gone, the path it has taken. How different would things be if certain things hadn’t changed.
I think about what’s ahead, where I’m going, wondering if there’s any rhyme or reason to the direction.
Happiness is here, and yet elusive. What keeps me from more is part of what keeps me happy in the first place. Is it possible to have more? It is normal to want it. I still ache for something, then resent that I do. I want that carefree soul, but I’m not willing to let go enough to get it.
October 20, 2012 at 5:36 pm
I kind of wish I couldn’t relate to this…
December 26, 2012 at 8:59 pm
That last line hit me so hard. This is the conflict of my whole life. I don’t know how to resolve it either.