Getting what I wanted all the time didn’t make me happy.

I didn’t know why or how. But I felt it, not in huge, full waves but in ripples. Every day. Every night. I’d be laughing at something my friend said, then as soon as the laughter dies, it’s there. I’d read a good book, write a good poem, or say a good prayer. The happiness … Continue reading Getting what I wanted all the time didn’t make me happy.