Even unhappiness serves a purpose. It keeps me hungry for the truth. It keeps me searching within. If I were happy, I would be content with what is. I would be blind to the truth. Not needing to know why or what is. I would be satisfied and that would be the end.
Don’t ever forget that even unhappiness, no matter how painful and bleak, serves a most important purpose. It is the beginning of the quest to discover myself, my truth, and my happiness.