For a long time I thought happiness meant the car, the house, the good job.
I stopped thinking that way a while ago.
For me happiness is seeing my wife and kids every day, during daylight hours, sitting and talking with my son and goofing off with him.
It’s my daughter telling me about her dolls, My Little Pony, and what she did in school.
It’s enjoying the things I took for granted.
I took my wife for granted. I expected she’d always be there. There were times when I think about it now, that I was an ass with her and if she’d have left I would’ve deserved it.
It’s about enjoying the life I have and not caring what others think about that life.
It’s about not caring what others think about your life. It’s what you think about it.
It’s taken me a long time to understand this.
I would rather have the life I have. The struggle to pay bills while I write. The late nights bartending, and the mornings where I know the day will be a struggle.
My life isn’t perfect but I love everything about it.