My friend talked about how unhappy he was. He talked about how there is no joy in his life. The candle flame of his life is dwindling down.
I talked about things that he could do to change that feeling. He didn’t want to go there. He was content being unhappy. I jokingly stated that he was “pissing on his own candle”, to make damn sure it wouldn’t flare up.
The things I am most unhappy about are things I have the power to change, and I don’t. I’m as happy as I want to be. Or maybe I can get downright “pissy”.
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