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Another in a string

Sometimes I feel like I can only be happy if I have something to feel unhappy about. I guess it make sense: as soon as you can identify that one thing that you wish you could change, it becomes the scapegoat for every other random twitch of depression that occurs. One takes comfort in the fact that if only we could change that one thing everything would be better. The grass is always greener, and all that.

But what are you supposed to do when there is no greener grass in sight? What do you do when you finally get everything you thought you wanted, but it still isn't enough? What can you do, except look back at your string of victories with a foul taste in your mouth. Oh, one would think, if only I could do it differently. If only I could go back and fail. If only I didn't have all this damn perfection in my life, then everything would be perfect.