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My Happiness Starts With Me
I used to believe there was nothing more beautiful than the Pocono mountains in winter, frosted over in a white so pristine. The mountains are still there, but I am not.
I used to think I was less important than those around me; that their problems mattered more than mine. As I worked to solve my problems I saw them entrenched in theirs.
I used to wonder what it would be like to be someone else, as if that's what it would take to make me a better man. I was wrong.
I used to say I would give up everything I had to live a life I'd never known, but I would be doomed to make these mistakes again - because this is who I am.
And I've learned to be ok with that.
I accepted myself for who I am and then I moved on, finding peace in knowing that my happiness starts with me.
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::::: | Posted Thursday, Mar 24 2005 at 4:47 PM
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