Sometimes I feel like finding happiness is hard. As hard as smashing into the granite rocks. I feel like I need to summon a force inside somewhere to find the happiness and that force is equal to the force it took to pile this driftwood up on this beach.
Someone I love and admire occasionally reads a post like this and gives me a talking to.
“You have such a negative view of yourself. The things you say about your life will become a self-fulfilling prophesy.” He’ll say.
“And what about the good things in your life? Why don’t you focus on them?
More silence. And then: “Maybe you’re right.”
Podcast on CBC Tapestry. (Warning, do not paint paintings while listening to it.)