Wandering...

Truth.
Most of us don't want to face it.
Most of us try to convince ourselves that what we want to believe is truth.
What we want.
To believe.

To even utter the truth is scary.

We all want to be happy.
To feel happy.

But to wallow in it.

But is there anyone who is really happy?

Really?

Is it possible to be really happy all the time?

Why do we think or expect that is possible?
I'm thinking that life is supposed to experienced.
Lived.
Love others.

Why are we so selfish.
Why do we make things about us?
Why is it so flippin hard to actually do things for others?

Truth.
We want everything to be for us. But life is really more about us serving others.
Hmmmmm...