I don’t generally think in terms of happy or unhappy. It is what it is.
I feel like a blind man on a train. I don’t know what’s around the bend, but I’ll deal with when it gets here as best I can. As long as I can feel the rumble of the wheels on the track underneath me then I know that I’m still traveling, and that in it’s self has always been a source of contentment for me.
We all have a front row seat to the only show in town, might as well make the best of it!
