I was talking to my friend the other day. After a couple glasses of wine she looked at me and said "I'm so done. I'm so done with everyone and everything here. I just want to start over again, but somewhere else."
I started to ask her what she wasn't happy about, but I don't think she had the answer herself.
No, I don't even think that she's Done - but she just couldn't see the sun, shining through the dirty Windows.
She felt like she was dying, but I don't think that she wants to die. I think the opposite. I think she wants to live, but she wants to escape. I think that she's feeling trapped, and bored and claustrophobic. She knows that there's so much to see and so much to do, but she keeps seeing herself everyday - doing nothing. She's still in that metaphorical bubble of existence, and she can't figure out what the HELL she's doing or how to get out of it.
I mean, We have all been there. We have all felt like we want to escape, and that the grass is greener on the other side. But the truth is, there is no other side. We walking around in circles, looking for something that doesn't exist until we make it exist ourselves. It doesn't matter where you live or what life you're living, happiness Only starts with yourself. If you're not happy with yourself, why should you be happy somewhere else? You have to work with yourself Every single day, to realize that life is beautiful.