I feel like I should agree with the statement that the secret to happiness is contentment. Yet I have felt contented in the past and never once did ‘happy’ come across when I thought about my feelings. Ups and downs, sure. Mostly dull periods with some bright transient sparkles here and there, enjoying what I did for a living, liking (most of) the people I had around… That’s contentment. But happiness? I guess it all depends on where you stand on the definition. I have never been happy, I am not happy and I am sure to say I will never be happy. It’s just not in my disposition.
Interesting. I suppose at that point I would ask myself what is ever going to make me happy and try to achieve it. I tend to see the glass half full most of the time, so even the tiny little things lift my spirit. Maybe I am a conformist and manage to always see the bright side of things. Hence my contentment with life. Of course I will always have ups and downs, like everyone else. But, looking back, I’m not sure I can say I have ever been un-happy.
In my case, there is nothing I can do,to achieve happiness. Contentment is my goal.
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