V. S. Naipaul, A House for Mr Biswas
Last night, for the first time this semester, I wasted a significant chunk of my life on facebook. I felt pretty bad about it. I have a lot of stuff going on in my life right now and it's hard enough to find time to do it all without wasting my time on social media.
For the most part, I really am satisfied with everything I'm doing. I'm not very good at expressing that, especially to my closest friends who listen to me complain on a daily basis. Thanks, by the way. I'm really not as miserable as I make myself out to be.
Every season of our lives has its joys and its trials. Every single time I remember back to a previous point in my life, I have floods of memories of things I enjoyed. I have certainly not always actually been happy, but in my memory, I have.
Mr Biswas again: "All his life had been good until now. And he had never known. He had spoiled it all by worry and fear."
Let's live life now.