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.
But.
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.
Beats me. Let me know if you figure it out.
ReplyDeleteMy word verification is "ptingies," which I think is far too cheery for this post & comment.