So I am living my life as I have for the past year, with little to complain about, other than the monotony of my days, the lack of any type of excitement or meaningful relationships other than those with family. But is that truly something to be down over? I have a roof over my head, I'm in school, no one is after me, I'm not bound for jail. But can i say that I'm happy? I don't know. I think I'm content. I'm definitely not unhappy. But happiness should feel different than this, right? To many in less desirable situations, I'm living the sweet life. I know this. But it's not quite sinking in as well as it should. Can't contentedness be enough?
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