This is exactly what I feel like right now. I feel like I am stuck in a tangled mess of a web searching for the elusive light at the end of the tunnel, the place where happiness resides.
I know, I know, happiness is a feeling, not a destination. No one can be happy all the time. At this point, I'll take inner peace, calmness, silence, anything at all to turn of the nasty DJ that lives in my brain.
It sucks. Like really, really sucks. And I'd pay just about anything to break the radio, fire the DJ, and play only peaceful, positive, growth-minded tracks. Believe me, I get that happiness is not something that people are 100% of the time. I'd settle for 10% of my day spent listening to the happiness station, heck, at this point I'd take 5% of the day. I just can't live under the constant strain of this DJ. The longer I listen to these stations, the more hopeless I feel. Hopeless is not a feeling I enjoy. Hopeless is not something I want others to feel, either.
Hopeless is when your favorite team is down by 8 runs in the bottom of the 9th, has no men on, and two outs. That's hopeless. Hopeless is not a way of life. Obviously my inner DJ didn't get that memo.
