So, this past weekend I was at my grandparent’s house in St. George just hanging out and helping them run errands. Nothing really special, although I may talk about it more later.
Anyways, St. George is 3 hours and 41 minutes away from Provo where I live. So, I just barely got home after making that long of a car ride by myself. Normally I will listen to some books or something to distract myself, because songs are only a 3 minute distraction, but tonight as I was making this drive, I was thinking about my life and whether I am happy.
Recently I was browsing online (I do that sometimes) and I found a quote that said
“If your life were a book, would anyone want to read it?”
This was the basis of what I was contemplating the ride home. Would someone want do read my life book?
I’m not fully sure, I don’t see why they wouldn’t. Would it be a best seller? Maybe not, but I do think a few people would read it, just like a few people read my blog. I mean, if people like watching Indie movies where there is less of a plot and more just watching people interact, they would like my life book.
But then I started to wonder if I was happy with the book that is being written about me. This is something that I have been wondering a lot lately, since I’m running around making a ton of life altering decisions, like moving to Provo, but at the same time it can feel like I am just doing the same thing over and over again each day. Then it makes you wonder if your goals are ones that will make you happy.
I, of course, learned nothing in over thinking this for 3 hours and 41 minutes, but I did remember that while I was at my grandparents house, there were a few times where I realized that I was ready to go home and that normally doesn’t happen unless there are things you are ready to see again. Which implies a certain sense of happiness with some situations.
Maybe that’s all you can ask for sometimes.
(There is a song which you can listen to here. Mango Tree by Angus & Julia Stone)Follow @corriekartchner