I wrote in my journal yesterday that I have achieved none of the goals I set out for myself when I was younger, but that I am happier than I've ever been. (And yes, I have a journal apart from my on-line musings. Sorry if you feel like I'm cheating on you.)
Why does life have to be so danged contradictory all the time?
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Dare I suggest you're more capable of recognising happiness?
Most of us don't realise we have it until it's past, then curse for not making the most of it.
However, when you've been through a certain amount of trauma, you grab hold of the moments and recognise how precious they are.
It's a bit like sleep really...
Kim: I'm wishing that I had made a distinction between happiness and contentedness, since "happiness" is such a loaded and fluffy word.
I think I realize that I am indeed content, and have small pockets of happiness throughout the week.
Get some sleep, man. I feel bad for you...
I don't know why, only that it is so.
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