If you believe you're a victim, you'll never be content. Ramblings of a recovering miserable dick.
Sustained, ongoing happiness isn’t something that is attainable, nor realistic, anyways. The thing that I believe is attainable, even if we don’t achieve all of our dreams and goals, is contentment.
What makes you happy while you’re doing it? Or, more importantly, what gives you a sense of purpose?
I’m probably just off reading a book, typing away, walking the dog, or sitting in the grass somewhere, thinking about absolutely nothing.
Today, my goals have changed, and instead of trying to lose weight, I’m actually consciously working to gain weight and gain lean muscle mass. With this I’ve done a lot of research, and recently, I made a discovery about myself that came as quite the surprise.
I still occasionally find myself crawling out of my chair in my office and lying on the floor, staring up at the white popcorn ceiling, yellowed by the soft light of my lamps, getting lost in the sea of texture, and losing any momentum I had previously gathered.
That’s not to say I’m not appreciative of the things in my life that I do have, it just means I want to take that next step, and continue progressing.