Sometimes I’m not happy. It doesn’t mean I’m depressed it just means that I’m not happy. 

Happiness isn’t supposed to last is it? It’s impossible to be happy all the time and that is not a bad thing. I can be grateful without necessarily being happy. The same way you can love someone without liking them. 

It doesn’t always have to be extremes, for someone who has lived a great part of her life being stuck in between, some things can be in between. Neither here nor there. 

I think that’s what makes life bearable, we never exhaust all our questions but we make do with the answers we have. We learn to say, “This is enough for me” whether that same amount is more or less for the next person.