i don’t think i am happy with my life.

i don’t know what i’m happy with.

i don’t know what it will take for me to be happy with my life, if there is one thing or ten things.

i don’t know what i want from my art anymore, i don’t know what i want from my friends and family, i don’t know anything it feels like most of the time…i am wandering through the fog, seeing a bit behind me but nothing in front.

what’s the answer? it’s certainly not blogging, but maybe it’s just hoping and trying to persevere, waiting for that moment to strike where it all becomes clear and everything doesn’t need to be so hard anymore.

happy is a destination that i can only see in bits through the journey.