It's not unhappiness. So it must be happiness? Somehow it cannot be neither. So, simply, I come to the thought that it is merely a dissatisfaction with the way things are. Though, really, things are fine. Good, even! Blessings! But I'm not where I want to end up being. I'm not doing what I want to end up doing. I take now as it is, because it is so much better than whatever else I could have (or could not have) been doing, but that doesn't mean I have to stay here.
So I won't.