Happiness? That’s nothing more than health and a poor memory. ~Albert Schweitzer
Are you happy? No, I won’t ask you to clap your hands. No, but really, are you happy? Can you define it? If I were to come up to you on the street and ask you: “So (insert name here), are you happy?”
Not that easy, is it. Am I happy this morning? Well, I awakened and everything seemed to be working OK, so I am happy about the relatively reasonable state of my well-being. The house is still standing. We have food enough to feed ourselves and Max, so that’s good. The sun is shining, and that’s very good. I think we can pay our mortgage and bills this month, and there is no big conflict between the two of us. So, all in all, it’s fine, so I guess I must be happy.
And there is wisdom in Schweitzer’s comment. If you don’t have your health, then it is difficult to attain happiness. And if you have a poor memory then you can forget all the crap of the past that might drag a fellow down. Some things are just better not remembered, or at least remembered selectively.
So, there I was feeling relatively good about my personal happiness. Then I took a test I found at http://www.indicedebonheur.com/home.htm. Well, that just screwed my joyous mood because I found, after answering the queries as honestly as I could, that my happiness quotient only came in at 65.2 out of 100. Well, that’s barely C-plus. Oh, what the hell do they know? But, give it a try and see how you do.
Some elements of life do make me happy, however. I mean, not all the time, but much of the time, unless I’m really pissed-off and then nothing much will work. But that is rare.
So, here are my sources of happiness. Let me know what yours are and maybe I can pick up some hints:
– Being in a generally healthy relationship with somebody I love. Took me a while to get to this place, but I did.
– Being relatively healthy and having access to clinical aid when I’m not, and being able to pay the sawbones.
– Having all my own hair if not all my own teeth.
– Being just a smashing looking dude who looks at least a decade younger than he is and hence still wows the babes. OK, so lying to myself can boost my ego and that makes me happy.
– Having a good sense of humor.
– Having few vices left. Oh well, maybe that’s just an age thing.
– Enjoying the few that I do have left.
– Making love with somebody I love. Well, mainly my spouse since she’s likely to read this.
– Owning the Wonder Dog.
– Going off on a trip to somewhere wonderful, or even just OK.
– Having been to a lot of amazing places in the world.
– Having known (and still knowing) some amazing people of both sexes whom I love dearly.
– Having some very special friends (whom I also love dearly)
– ‘Giving back’ either as a volunteer, or with moral support for a person in need, or financial support if I have the wherewithal.
– Living in the country I do rather than some unfortunate war-torn shithole. Canada may have its problems, but compared with some spots, it’s paradise.
So, what are your sources of happiness? Where do you sit on the scale? I’d be delighted to know.