When you asked me so long ago, I said I wasn’t unhappy.
You told me that you weren’t happy. And every time I feel anything less than happy, I think of you. I would never admit that because it doesn’t seem like a nice thing to do (or say), but I realized why today.
I heard Paulo Coelho speak and when asked the same question he said, “No.”
Again, I don’t feel better that someone else is unhappy, and for the most part I truly feel happy. But I do feel better.
I feel better to know that people who I admire greatly, who seemingly have it all figure out are not done yet. That gives me hope for times like this when the unhappiness that lurks inside me is more present that usual.
I know, now, that it’s happened so many times in the past, and I just didn’t know how to explain it, but I also know that it’s always been fixable.
So, thanks. Thanks for asking me then. And for leaving your answer with me now.