Happiness is a simple choice that many of us turn away due to an unwillingness to part with our baggage. There is some sick love affair between a person and those things and people that bring them misery. At any moment a choice can be made to part ways with our misery, but consciously we choose not to, and continue making that choice every minute of every day. We have to, we need our misery, we hold it close to us during the darkest of nights, we make our bed with it, and welcome it into our hearts.
I don't believe that people consciously choose to be miserable, rather something deep inside them has been fractured, and the only thing that they seek is others who are not whole, but also fractured, so that they may in some jagged jigsaw complete themselves.
Needless to say, this usually only increases sorrow.
And as one of the people who's made misery a bedfellow in the past, you're totally right. Sometimes, people just like a demon or two mixed in with the morning coffee.
No God. No food. No sleep.
That’s all you really need to know about me.
Atheist, Anorexic, insomniac.
I am sure we have very little in common.
Another note:
My favorite writer ever- Charl.. more..