I'm not sure I quite know yet. There are a lot of things that make me happy, but I'm not sure if they're what makes me truly happy. If anything at all, it would be my family. They frustrate me sometimes to no end, but I love them to death and my happiness in life would... just... be... annihilated if I were to ever lose one. Sometimes, when I see a movie where a family member dies and I start to think about life after I lose one, I cry. There's nothing but a void there, soul destroying and painful to no end. I hate that feeling. My family is my everything. The reason I get up in the morning and live each day out to make sure that I can better their lives as they have bettered mine. I guess my answer should be God, but there's a lot I need to work on with Him to get to a point where He is what makes me truly happy above all else. And that's my fault, not His.
that happens to me too
ReplyDeleteAh, I love your brutal honesty. It's so refreshing to hear someone who doesn't just say "Jesus is what makes me happy" and leave it at that. It's such a cop out. In a perfect world, maybe it would be like that, but I dont think it's really supposed to be like that. I'm starting on a blog about joy and it's roots and what it looks like.
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