Expensive Happiness.

I wonder if happiness comes at a price.

I say this because I feel guilty for being happy, excited and optimistic. I feel guilty because the ones closest to me don't really feel the same way about their lives - and when I think about the good things that are happening to me, I am interrupted by sudden thoughts of their current dispositions, and I feel worse knowing there is nothing I can do to help. I don't want to be selfish and ignore them; and even though it is probably easiest to do that, I find myself constantly looking back - and I'm afraid that if I keep going like this, I'll end up neglecting myself and the dreams I've long been nurturing.

My happiness does come at a price...and I'm slowly realizing that I may not be able to afford it.