I realized something tonight sitting in the semi-darkness of my living room, the only light coming from the soft glow of the television that I have on for noise. I’m not happy. I don’t know if it’s my job, my house, my town, or something else in my life. All I know is I am not happy with my life. I realize that my happiness is my responsibility. And I do want to be happy, but until I figure out what makes me unhappy, I can’t fix it.
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