i'm having a nice and serene day, despite all. in a lot of ways i've ended up finding solid, fundamental happiness in my life, and i think it's all in ways that would surprise and confuse my childhood self if i tried to explain it to him. at the moment i don't really meet any of the requirements he figured for a happy adult life - no job, no lover, and i'm not even remotely qualified to be an astronaut. kinda makes me wonder, if i was raising a child, how would i help them nurture goals that actually support a happy adult life? i'm happy now because of years of experience and the people around me, and those are really hard things to appreciate when you're a kid. maybe this is where all the weird uncles and aunts of the world really shine, they can be examples and reminders that you can be very happy doing your own thing.
anyway, looking back at this blog-ass post is making me consider just, like. getting a diary. this is exactly what goes in a diary, short of the little drawing of a frog next to it. hope y'all are having a nice day too.