At its best life is a combination of happiness and contentment mixed with heartache and tragedy. Why is it then we spend so much time believing the next thing, person or idea will cause the easier life we dream about to materialize? The fact is we never ‘arrive’ anywhere except in the lap of death. Between now and then is a mix of many contrasts. That is life! As a codependent with a strong compulsion to control I used to think it was possible to will myself into the “good life”. I thought a life free of major trouble was achievable. Complete illusion! Once I accepted that life was difficult, it ceased to be so difficult.
You’re always you,
and that don’t change,
and you’re always changing,
and there’s nothing you can do about it.