I don't define happiness. I'm just so thrilled not to be struggling with depression atm that I say I am happy, even when work is bad and anxiety is high. I'm actually alive and living, not in survival mode.
That was a bit of a downer. I feel nurtured, and therefore happy, when I get to sit down and have coffee with friends. Is that a better option?
I think chasing happiness all the time destroys the chance of finding happiness. Living life will throw you happiness if you can take it. But hunting happiness, like hunting a snark, is a path to nothingness.
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