I think of all the things I am doing and where I am at.
Am I happy? Well…. I know I am not unhappy.
I am busy, stressed a little with all my uni work, which will all be over in a matter of weeks... but the question comes back to- am I happy?
I think that I am too busy to be happy.
I don’t have time to appreciate what I have, where I am at, or how far I have come this past year, past few months and past few weeks even!
Even now I find myself wondering if it is that I don’t have time to be happy, or that I don’t allow myself time?
I have come so far from where I was, that I should be reveling in contentment, accomplishment, in a sense of satisfaction, well being and well.. just bloody well feeling good!
My current state of over commitment with work and uni has left me feeling distracted, uptight and stressed. To what end?
What is the point of success and achievement if they can not be appreciated and enjoyed?
What is the point in making time to do things if we are not going to make time to be happy and enjoy what we have achieved and done?
For all I know my last breath could be tomorrow. How disappointing the thought is, if in these final moments I spend reflecting on and regretting the happiness I did not allow myself to experience, all because I was too busy doing other things.