This is a challenge for every human. Find your happy place. Doesn't matter what you look like, what you sleep in or under or even if you are a prince. The champions of this quest don't come home, there's no medal and the world doesn't burst into song when the mantle of the search is passed to you. So many come back disillusioned, mind fatigued, loathsome at the world and with more problems than at the start. The few champions who succeed don't come back...frankly why should they. They have found their happy place and their journey continues, forward always has become their motto. I've spent a score and few years on this planet and am yet to find it. I guess I started searching the moment I was self-aware, from one friend to another, from one uniform to another. Yesterday I took off another uniform and frankly that's scary. Sure everything comes to an end but what happens when you draw up a blank when you think of what comes next. I feel like I'm waiting at the edge of something, blindfolded clutching just a ruddy backpack I don't know the contents. They say i have all I'll ever need in it but crap it seems pretty light...too light.
I just know one thing. I love my only hobby; Photography. It keeps me in the present, alert to appreciate every day and every shot cause nothing will ever be like this moment. When I'm not holding my lens my mind wanders to the edge, I know one day I'll understand in retrospect, one day when I've found my happy place. A quote comes to mind and it helps every time i see it.
“The future rewards those who press on.” – Barrack Obama