Why is it that I’m always doing things so much differently
than other people? Why is it that I try and try, but still don’t reap the same
reward? Why is it so hard for me to do the simplest things? I ask myself these
questions often, but mostly in vain. I feel like I’m on this teeter totter. And
I’m shifting- back and forth. Up and down. Between places that I terrify me,
and places I long to be. But, I want so badly to just stop, and be in the place
that makes me happy. Most people would wish for money, or fame, or for a new
car, or for a loved one to be returned to them. Me? I just want to be happy. I
just want to be content. What is it about me that makes that so hard to find
within myself? I just don’t know. And, I wish I did. My mind knows that happiness is a state of mind. Something you choose. But, somehow I'm still trying to figure it all out.
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