"This world does not need more happy people.
This world needs more people who are content.” - Carissa. 



I'm over thinking it of course, but it is not that I have expectations on what should bring me happiness in life, but that I don't even know what it means. What is it? What series of reactions equate as happiness? The thing is, I can't argue if happiness does or does not exist; I merely do not know. I can't say there is no such thing: that it is a constant uphill battle of trying to get out of despair by finding something (that doesn't exist) to fill a void. Nor can I explain what it is if I tried. It is simply this: I do not know because I feel as though I float in an endless pool of numbness.

I don't know if I'm someone who can be content with life.