That which is not

Living the life that is not; and will not be, unless I do something to change it.

I'm a little too cynical at present, to believe that happiness will come knocking if I sit there waving lazily at it. Yet it remains pretty elusive despite attempts to pursue it.

Or perhaps, rather than pursuing a happiness which is not my own, I'd better get to finding mine, somehow.

I'm tired. More mentally and spiritually than physically, though the lack of sleep hasn't been helping.