I don’t know if I am happy or not. I think I am, I tell everyone that I am and I act as if I am, but am I truly happy? Up until recently I didn’t give a second’s thought to this topic, as I genuinely believed that I was among the happiest people alive; truly. But a question arose from the unexplored depths of my conscience recently, challenging me; what is true happiness? There is no doubt; I work to live my life to the fullest, meaning that I work hard 5 days a week and live an almost ecstatic lifestyle on the weekends. But is that what my life should be all about? I don’t wish to have kids, I don’t wish to live a quiet life and I certainly don’t expect that I will somehow settle down any time soon; it’s not for me. And still some people seem to be able to reach a much more genuine level of happiness, than I’ve been able to so far, living a much simpler and more conventional life. I understand that although happiness is equal to everyone, the source varies and differ from one person to the next. I don’t judge and I believe that everyone should do whatever they feel is necessary to be happy, but I would much appreciate it, if someone were to point out what I am doing wrong – If anything. I am not in any way, shape or size unhappy about the content of my life, I simply wonder what else is out there for me. Realistically I doubt that it’s what I got now, which basically amounts to a Ph.d. in Festivity & intoxicated behavior and a decent car. Oh how to be able to thoroughly enjoy the little things… Silly isn’t it?

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