Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about how I seem to always try to escape from things. To run when things seem too hard to handle. To leave when I don’t know what to say or do. I’m a big fan of Irish goodbyes. The thing is, it doesn’t get you anywhere normally. For the first time, though, I’m just starting to journey. I keep a bag packed, just in case. I’m not looking for a way out, or a quick solution to a complicated problem…because I want to find happiness, and I’m finding it more in my travels than I am by running from ‘home’. I used to think that Happiness was a destination, a place I’d get someday and I’d always be there, I’d settle down and make a little home there. Now I’m realizing it’s more a travel companion, it comes and goes. Sometimes it’s along for the ride, and sometimes it has other things to do and we learn to weather the path alone. Lately it’s been on more and more of my journeys, because I stopped looking so hard for it. I think that’s probably the only way we find it, it finds us when we weren’t looking, we were just staying true to the path.