Today was a good day if only for the sunset I got to see on the drive home from work. I'm learning to smile even when things aren't very funny because sometimes if you force yourself to smile, you might realize something to be grateful for.
I find that in my journals one thing is consistent. I speak as if I'm going through a time of trial, and if I just endure long enough, things will get better. The greener grass is on the other side of the mountain. Quite honestly, it's a lie. The greener grass is here, but so is the garbage. It's not going to get better, and it won't really get worse. It's the same, all the way through. I think the idea that it will get better is the reason it hasn't yet. I'm waiting for something to happen, but all of the things that are happening, I don't recognize or appreciate. All of the ideals are killing me.
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