Worth

Am I broken? Am I patched back together? Am I worth the standards I keep? Am I worth a dollar? Am I worth a hundred? Am I worth talking to? Am I worth a second look? Am I worth the wait? Am I worthy of happiness and health and love and life and sunshine and flowers?

I'm not feeling unworthy, necessarily, but I'm feeling the weight of the questions. I want happiness and health and love and life and sunshine and flowers, and I just can't seem to find them lately. It's not depression, per se, just...well I'm feeling the weight of the questions. I'm sure there's happiness there, but it's like when you misplace your keys and you're SURE you knew where they were but they aren't anywhere you're looking.

It's all fuzzy and out-of-focus. I'm SURE I put my happiness here somewhere...maybe over there in my job? I'm transitioning into camera (I hope) and that might help. Maybe I put it with my friends? Yeah, I don't know about that.