I think I'm happy, maybe. Can that be true? Is it possible? I'm not wearing a billowing Hawaiian shirt and sipping iced tea on the greenbelts of Arizona. I'm just a twenty-four year old goofball. JP Morland said happiness is a state of mind, not a temporary feeling you get from buying a new TV. Imagine the nicest hippie you know. Now take away all the drugs, tie-die, and toe stench and you've got me. I can't explain it. Sure, I've got problems. I've got truckloads of issues! Ask anyone. Knowing that despite all of that, I can still get through this dastardly state of affairs called life and be better for it, that's happiness.
I'm living in a car and bored to death at work with barely enough time in the evenings to do the things I want, but hey, that's life. I've got awesome friends, great health, and plenty of money to get by. What more could I ask for? Did I mention I have awesome friends? One of the biggest surprises to me during this whole expedition is how accepting, generous, and hospitable my friends have been. I honestly feel bad accepting their kindness sometimes because I know I can't return the favor in the same way, at least not until after July 14th. "Hey, come over to my house next time!" NOT! I don't have one. I've got a stack of IOU's taller than Jim Carey's character on Dumb and Dumber. I guess it's a little taste of God's grace here on earth.
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