A Revelation

Happiness is a strange thing. Some find happiness merely in the contentment of their routine lives. Happy because there isn't something specific to make them feel otherwise. Glass half full is you will. For the rest of us, happiness is something we seek, something we feel eludes us. Not satisfied merely to be so, but looking for a reason to be happy.

For the latter group, life presents a rougher terrain. Analyzing every minute detail, scrutinizing every triviality. It's a sort of madness really. Like a case of acute OCD, ADD and NAACP. Oh wait. That's something else. But seriously, I have spent countless nights in bed, lying in the darkness, pulling apart fragmented memories, searching for the meaning of my life. As if I were so important.

But you have to hit emotional rock bottom before you start to realize that all you are doing is whining. I still take some pleasure in whining now and again, but I've come to understand that it isn't a matter of obtaining something, but rather of letting go. That's the key. Allow yourself to understand and you will.