“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.

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, true 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.