We think of happiness as something we can take. But usually it comes from being content with what we have, and accepting ourselves.

Have you ever been to a place you're supposed to love, but all you can think about is home?

I think the birds in the area are dying laughing watching me try not to crash.

So with my luck, I'll never make it in time to save the boy in the forest because my hair will have snagged on a tree branch a mile back.

So I'm in love. That crazy, forget to eat, float around in a daze, talk on the phone all night and bounce out of bed every morning hoping to see him kind of love.

Haven't you guessed by now? I say, my heart hammering. My home is you.

Our purpose on this earth is not one single event, an accomplishment we can check off a list. There is no test. No passing or failing. There's only us, each moment shaping who we are, into what we will become.