I went to a concert this month (actually, I think I've gone to roughly 43 concerts this month...I must be channeling my mom somehow) and the singer said something that made me think, "If you're not getting happier as you get older, then you're messing up..."
I'm not sure if she meant to be so profound (yes, I found this more profound than "I write songs about people") and maybe it didn't strike anyone else as a bit of brilliance, but...how true is that statement??
How many times have I thought about the happiest times in my life and wondered where those times went? I'm not talking about when I was a 7 year old and was blissfully unaware of real life. I am talking about when I've longed for the times (be it 3 years ago, 6 months ago, or last week) where I was completely happy. You would think that the older you get, the more you'd figure out the things that make you happy and quit doing the things that make you, well, unhappy.
After putting some thought to it, I believe I've figured it out. The times I am happiest are when I am able to surround myself with the people in my life that allow me to be myself. The people I know that will love and support me no matter how dramatic or crazy I can be. The moment I start trying to be someone that I'm not to please the people I don't care about...that's when I start falling off the imaginary happy train (I totally just made up the "imaginary happy train"...see how crazy I can be?!?!).
So, to the person who will sit beside me on the couch and not need to say a word, to the person that will think logically for me while I can't help but think emotionally, to the person who is my twin and is required by law to love me (I'll see you in a month, momzy! I love you!!), to the person that will just listen, to the person that pushes me to be a better me...to the people that make me truly happy...thank you for loving me in spite of myself. You mean more to me than words can say.