The Happiest Days of My Life
Photo owned by Jeremy Benaya on Pexels There's something about those good old days I can't explain better than this. The days were mostly full of sunshine. The nights were mostly warm and full of music. And I was always happier than I am today. Sure, I had to scrape the bin to find a decent meal, or collect cigarette butts just to get a release — but I never felt lonely. Not once. When I look back on those days, I didn't really have any of what I have now. Yet they were the happiest days of my life. I lived day by day, never worrying about my future. I just kept moving forward, with no map and no direction. I had one purpose: to live. That was it. Money, people, jobs — they came and went, and none of it ever bothered me. Until the day I caught my own reflection in the mirror, in some posh corporate building, during a break in a C-level meeting. "What the fuck have you been doing with your life?" That was the first question. Then came the next, then another, then...
