Right this very moment is the best that there is. If you keep looking for tomorrow then you’re going to end up 40 and wondering how time grew a pair of legs and where it fucked off to when you were too busy taking a shit in the bathroom of your shit job while you sit there waiting for your life to make sense. It ain’t gonna happen. Not now, not ever. Doesn’t matter how much you earn, if you are unhappy you might as well be making two thirds of fuck all.
In the end I would rather be a failure at something I enjoy, rather than a success at something I hate, because we are all a little weird. And Life is a little weird. And the only thing that isn’t weird is that we all head out in search of someone who’s weirdness complements ours, we hook up with them, buy a house, bitch about the weather, tell our weird little stories to each other that no one else knows, smile that weird little smile, the secret smile and spend the rest of their lives falling into a mutually satisfying weirdness and we call it love, true love.