Becoming Home

I see many unsatisfied individuals every day.  People, like myself, that seem uncomfortable in the life that they have chosen.  People that are disappointed with their job,  possibly unhappy with the world that they live in, or might be suffering from relationship woes.  Or maybe they are broke, or sick, or stressed from work, or unhappy with their health or physique.  Unable to help because they can't find help for themselves. 

Whatever it is the hinderance, I think I can relate to it.  I relate to it in a haze of admiration in a way, because in my world, any of those things would break my day.  If I were unhappy, I wouldn't be able to go to work.  I would be half of myself.  I dont know what motivates the unhappy person to get up and go every morning at seven. 

  I hope that my happiness is a reflection of goodness, rather than a lack of badness.  

I need to love everything around me before I can love the places I go to.