Inconsistency

knows where to find me, knows my weaknesses, hits me hard, and laughs at my reactions. Meanwhile, I try to hide in sweet routine, a life of activities tightly crammed, one against the other, an infinite line of 'I'll do this, I'll do that...' But the over-achiever is a helpless perfectionist, rarely satisfied, doubtful, prone tempestuous mood swings that could inspire the design of a seriously eye-popping, adrenaline-gushing roller coaster, with too many vertiginous peaks, followed by unfathomably depressing depths.

Some say, "The secret of happiness is contentment," the phrase rolling so easily out of their tongues. Some say, "Life will teach you many a thing about yourself." Some say, "Travel will open your eyes, widen your perspective, lead you to understanding."
I say, I've tried. I say, I'm still trying. I say, I'm unhappiness incarnate, breathing melancholy, walking nostalgia, a professional brooder, an emotional whirlwind, too many lows, too many highs, a pain to live with, the saddest jester, the worn traveler, the most impatient dreamer you'll ever come to meet, basically a work in progress...

Be well, and hang in there.