The Key

I think I may have discovered the key to my own happiness. I think I just need to accept the fact that if there's someone out there who finds me attractive -- and who I might find attractive (a key element) -- he's not nearby, I'm not running into him anytime soon, and it'll be a long time, if ever, before I run into him, so I might just as well enjoy myself and let sleeping dogs lie. Lay?

So there it is. Maybe I just need to be a little bit less of a sadsack, and just accept that life is a gift, and ever so much better than the alternative, no matter how hard you think you've got it.

One of the gifts that Jay gave me on opening night was a copy of The Perks of Being a Wallflower, which I'd read before, but was grateful to receive anyway. And I just finished re-reading it today...it's a book I'd recommend to anyone, even if I wasn't friends with a friend of the author. It's just a sweet book and the end of it is a plea to try not to judge what other people have going on, but also not to beat yourself up about feeling sad over something when other people clearly have it worse. The fact is that you have yours, and they have theirs...it's still something we all go through alone.

So maybe it's just time to accept that there are some things in my life that I'm going to have to do alone, and there are other things that I'll share with my great friends. Either way, I think -- in my quieter, more somber moments -- that I can do that and learn to be happy. Or, more precisely, accept that I already am, and can just stop getting in my own way.