They told me I could be anything. Well, I finally picked something: Happy.

Sometimes it fits. Sometimes you win. Sometimes you're right.

I went all Stockholm syndrome on the fence that was holding me in. 

I took comfort in the level of happiness I had acquired. I constantly had the self-learned proven fact that it can always get worse. My joy was a visitor with no known departure date, and had found company in my world of contentment. By an unknown grace, I stopped being a fuck-tard in the general life sense. I may not have become everything I had dreamed of as a ambitious child, but one thing I can appreciate everyday is my ability to learn and grow from my adventures down this untraveled path that I have found myself committed to. Although this happiness can be, (and rightfully so) altered by the existence of fickle fate, I must attempt to live my life from this point on without that pesky parasite that is negativity. So many years spent carrying the heavy burden of believing the voice in the back of my mind telling me that I was as tarnished as the harsh events of my life had the right to make me. Within maturity you indeed acquire a sophistication when it comes empathic views of human nature. Hooray for that! Can I getta Amen, actually keep that Amen. Can I getta what what to all of these haters that are Negative Nancy's bringing us all down subconsciously! All you gotta do here is step outside of your annoying little box before ever attempting step 2. Put a little faith in yourself and watch as it grows. Now live your life for all it could be! Don't take that as a push to excel at the typical ideal that has been shoved down your throat. If you want to have 5 cats and watch wedding shows all day, but are able to go to sleep, satisfied in your self-approval rating, (yes I know I have run-on sentences, its how I roll, and frankly I always considered it THE bitchiest rule in grammar.) then knock your socks of with those cats and sweatpants. Here's where this is going: Happiness should not come from a place of settling for "not bad" and will never come if you are leading your life to satisfy everyone else. That's not even real happiness. It's like Diet Coke. Happiness will prevail when you are true to yourself. It sure can be a son of a bitch waiting to get to that point though. P.S. having a dog helps!