ask most people what they want out of life and the asnswer is simple ..to be happy. Maybe it's this expectation though of wanting to be happy that just keeps us from ever getting there. Maybe the more we try to will ourselves to state's of bliss, the more confused we get, to the point where we don't recognize ourselves. Insted we just keep smiling, trying to be the fucking happy people we wish we were. Until it eventually hits us. It has been there all along. Not in our dreams or our hopes but in the known, the comfortable, the familiar.