“Happiness is a light switch away.” I claim this quote.
I’d imagine myself stuck in a dark room, pitch black, no way to see a thing. Searching for the light switch. That is the conundrum I found myself into, for the biggest part of my life.

I used this metaphor to categorize people as well; those who are too afraid to even move, hugging their knees at a corner. The slightly braver ones who move around frantically, never finding the switch, even if they touch it accidentally a hundred times. Those who actually do not give a shit. And those like me, the “practical” ones, the persistent, the resilient, who just could not give up trying, feeling all the surfaces up till they found something. Although I have panicked frantically several times myself.

Turning happy is as simple as turning the switch. The feat is finding it. I claim this quote.

Sooner or later, I realized that it is kinda like a video game. With levels. You find a switch, light up a room, and then move on to another dark room, and then another, with lots of switches, fake ones, real ones, light is never for granted.

Never have I thought until this very moment, to come up with a metaphor with a window instead of a switch. The game is not over. I have to get out of this fucking construction.