how often have I thought I knew what happiness was? br always in the future, just beyond my reach. br how many times have I arrived at my destination br to realize something is still wanting? br that what I have in my hand is not what I want after all. br and the bliss I was looking for must be postponed br until yet another milestone is reached. br each time I arrive at what should be making me happy, br I discover some blemish or disappointment has snatched away br my rightful bounty of contentment. br After so many years of feeling the victim, br I must (finally) look to myself for the answers. br wanting what I have vs having what I want.