...it's hard to find these days. I swear, I've searched high and low for that occasional perfect moment, where the world around you is harmonious and sunny and everything finally feels like it might turn out okay. But lately, I've started to feel like those perfect moments are slipping away. It's like I'm trying too hard to be happy, to enjoy my life, and in trying too hard I've lost any joy I might've procured otherwise. I find myself desperately clinging to those happy moments, those rare times when everything feels right
, like they're my lifelines. I'm going to find more of those fleeting moments, and I'm going to start really living my life. I've wasted too much time already, trying to make everything perfect, when really I'm just making things worse. Happiness isn't some tangible thing that you can grab onto and never let go of--it has to dance around the finer points in your life, leaving you cold and empty when it leaves but tasting oh-so-much sweeter when it comes back. If everything in life was happy and free, then we'd never have any motivation to do
anything. You know? I think that's why we have good days, and we have bad days. Because when we have bad days, we should be motivated to work towards something better for ourselves, to try to make ourselves happier! Our desire for happiness is what drives us to do great things, it's what inspires us to become more
than we ever dreamed we could be. Does that make sense?
___________________________________Journal Skin by: Zaellrin