My mother told me long ago that she had asked a fortuneteller if I would ever be happy. "Not in a way that you would understand," was the answer she received.
That prediction weighed heavily on me for many years as I slogged through nightmarish circumstances and relationships that threatened to destroy me. I often wondered if I would ever be happy; it seemed impossible that I would find a way to be free of the restrictions on my life.
It took a full half-century of living to realize that my unhappiness was largely caused by making poor choices, taking the same wrong turns and making the same mistakes over and over again, yet incredulously expecting things to work out differently from the last time.
At long last I chose a man and a life that were in keeping with what would nurture my soul, and in doing so I learned what happiness truly is... it is being content with what you have and at peace with where life's taken you.
I'm linking up with Ivy for Six Sentence Stories
The cue this week is "CONTENT"