I wondered today if I will ever be satisfied with my life. I'm constantly striving and moving toward . . . something. Some goal. As if reaching that goal will fix everything. I am adamant in believing that being happy with what you have means you are settling for less that you can be/have.
I am sitting here unhappy with everything. So that line of thinking is getting me nowhere. And I get that being unhappy because I have no job/money/etc. is situational, but I start spiraling out of control and wondering what it would take to be happy.
I've got no answers yet.