After all this time, you’d think maybe I’d be happier.

I look at the guy on the other side of the mirror, and I can tell he wants something different than what he has.

It’s one thing to be told you should want one thing, but only keep your attention focused on one thing.

Thinking about the dreams that I should be chasing, but feeling selfish for not thinking long term.

Maybe it’s arrogant, but living in the future seems a lot more ignorant at the end of the day. If every day is spent building only the future, will you have spent enough time focused on the present?

There has to be a way to figure out the difference, right? Or at least figuring out how to do it all the right direction.

What if that’s what happens when we die? We come back and try it all over again to see if we can correct the mistakes we did in life before that?

What if hell is trying it all over again and realizing that perhaps all the errors you thought you made, were only done for the right reason?

What if heaven is figuring out you did it all right, but you get to enjoy it all over again.

I don’t know if I’m happier now than what I should be, or if I’m less unhappy because of my situations or if it’s all just in my head.

How do you live outside of your head, though? I guess it’s easier said than done.