Once Upon a time
Once upon a time, i wasnt happy.
Once upon a time, i was so affected by those around me that i was drawn into a deep dark pit.
Once upon a time, when others were sad- i felt guilty if i wasnt too.
But its all changed.
Its actually a little bit wierd right now, it feel totally in control of my own happiness. Its weird to hear and read about the plights and sadness spilling into the lives of some of my friends and yet still feel what seems like enduring happiness. When did i finally achieve this state that i so longed for? Was it so gradual that i didnt even notice or is there just a day somewhere where i finally flipped the right switch?
Or maybe i'm just old enough to finally realize that i was here all along.
I'm not completely sure, but suffice it to say; i'm pretty happy with my life right now. Sure, its not near to being perfect; but then again-- i was never the one striving for perfect... that was a thought shoved into my head long ago...
Perfection leaves no room for improvement.. no room for chance and luck and living life. I'm far from perfect.. and to me- the beauty in my life lives in all the subtle difference, the subtle uniqueness, the subtle imperfections.