Direction.

“Where are you going?” thought the Policeman stood under the train station’s entrance taking shelter from the rain.

We’re all on a journey of some kind, and I miss you.

I miss the person I was at the start of this year; passionate about my work, joyful and optimistic. I’m on a journey to try and find him again.

Everything that touches you leaves an impact on you, changes you. Sometimes a traumatic incident “changes you forever” a colleague told me, “you just can’t recover from it”.

I don’t want to change, I don’t want to be bitter or angry. I want to be free.

“Happiness is a choice, not an automatic response” someone I used to know told me once.

Perhaps…

I don’t think it’s as simple as flicking a switch, but our happiness is our responsibility.

If you’re unhappy, look at what around you is making you unhappy and take responsibility for changing it.

Have a think about the journey you are on, will it really take you to where you want to be? Maybe when you get into the station out of the rain, it’s time to change direction.