I am content and happy. And it’s not just a line. It’s the truth.
I thought that it would only last a little while, but this wonderful feeling isn’t fading, despite everything I could choose to complain about. I no longer feel like something is missing, because I am thankful for the people I have in my life, and my relationship with God, and I have found people to fill in the holes. You can always find reasons to be unhappy. But why? What’s the point? I think I’ve finally, truly come to appreciate joy in the little blessings, no matter their form or the uncertainty that lies behind them. Things are always changing. Why live in fear of what may or may not happen? I’m embracing the present, cherishing the past, and anticipating the future. I’m taking one day at a time, and thanking God for the little things that I am blessed with every day, and brushing off the negative. I’m done stressing. Things always get done. I always catch up with the people I love. I’m taking joy in the fact that someone, a lot of people, think about me every day, even if they don’t say it. I am loved. I am cherished. What else do I need?
I’m in love with life.