Ask people what they want in their life and the answer is simple: to be happy. Maybe it’s this expectation though -the wanting to be happy- that keeps us from ever getting there. Maybe the more we try to will ourselves to state some bliss the more confused we get to the point where we don’t even recognize ourselves. Still we just keep smiling trying like hell to be the happy people we wish we were. Until eventually it hits us, it’s been there all along, not in our dreams and hopes but in the none –the comfortable, the familiar.