My life has no purpose, no direction, no aim, no meaning, and yet I'm happy. I can't figure it out. What am I doing right?
Charles M. SchulzI guess babysitters are like used cars... You never really know what you're getting.
Charles M. SchulzMy life has no purpose, no direction, no aim, no meaning, and yet I'm happy. I can't figure it out. What am I doing right?
Charles M. SchulzI guess babysitters are like used cars... You never really know what you're getting.
Charles M. Schulz