I'm not unhappy. I'm not happy. Some days I am one or the other for awhile. But overall I think I am going through the motions because I don't believe I have any other choices.
Most people would look at my life and my family and call me lucky. Maybe I am. Maybe I lack the ability to appreciate what I have. That's not accurate. I do appreciate many elements of my life. But I still feel stuck.
Or is life about being stuck? What would it be like to be filled with joy? Would I recognize it?
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