Where are mine? I don't really know.
I come up with these fantastic ideas, but the execution falls flat. It's like jumping off a cliff just to go splat. Am I not built for success?
It's not about depression. It's not about following your dreams.
It's about pushing your self. Finding your guts.
It may not be pretty or glamorous, but whoever said happiness is?
It's gritty. It's rough. It's rare.
I get temporary happiness from thunderstorms, like this one I caught a photo of on my phone last night at 9:00.
After the storm is gone, everything feels refreshed.