The Happiness Buffet.

Am I happy? No, not necessarily. Is that so wrong? Is it so wrong that I’m not happy? Not everyone can be happy, it’s simple logic. Some people are born to be happy, others aren’t so lucky, but what am I supposed to do? Kill myself? Yes, maybe but what would that really fix. I’d be dead, not being unhappy anymore wouldn’t matter to me and so what is the point.

Sometimes I feel happy. Sometimes I feel like things are falling in place and that maybe I was meant to be happy but almost as soon as the thought filters into my mind I am somehow reminded of my so far unbeatable logic. If I were to assume that happiness could be contained then there can only be so much to go around and so first come first serve at the buffet of happiness ensues and those who get there first over indulge themselves, eating up the happiness given to them and just keep going back for more and more until there is none and late comers like myself are left with nothing but dry plates and tap water.