I am feeling a little reflective tonight. So I ponder the question of what is happiness. I mean I can find joy in little things, but I seem to be lacking in the whole complete life thing. I always seem to be searching for something more. When I was married the most uncontent I was, was when I thing were good between us. But I was never truely satisfied. Is it the bp that cases the restlessness in me. I would be a wandering gypsy if I could traveling around exploring different things. Why am I always looking for something better and never content with what I have?
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