Which of course got me thinking, "am I happy?" Truth is, I am...most of the time. If I were told to break it up into percentages then I'd have to go with I'm happy maybe 85% of the time.
That's not so bad, right? Right?
Happiness comes in waves. It's supposed to, I think. Otherwise you're ass will be walking around all day looking like a damn smiling fool and people will think you're on drugs. Not the good kind either.
Growing up I'd hoped to one day have true love that brought me nothing but happiness, family that only brought me joy and a job that I never wanted to leave because I loved it so much. I didn't get it all (I'd leave my job in heartbeat for something that pays more) but I'm definitely happy with what I did end up with.
Without the bad I can't appreciate all the good. So today, try to appreciate the little happy moments and the small things that make you happy instead of concentrating on all the shitty parts.