I wonder if all of this "we've got to be happy", "all that matters is that you are happy" stuff is a bit of a crock. I wonder if people spend so much time trying to be happy, or get happiness, or make other people happy that they end up unhappy themselves. Here is dictionary.com:
hap⋅py–adjective, -pi⋅er, -pi⋅est.
|1.||delighted, pleased, or glad, as over a particular thing: to be happy to see a person.|
|2.||characterized by or indicative of pleasure, contentment, or joy: a happy mood; a happy frame of mind.|
Hmm... pleasure, delight, pleased. Sometimes life is tough, sometimes it isn't pleasurable or delightful or easy. Does that mean we can't be happy during these times? In fact, have you ever looked back at some of your best times as the simplest times, the times when you've had to get together with others and work hard to make it through, where things weren't particularly pleasurable or delightful and yet somehow... fullfilling?
I've started pondering the idea that if you seek happiness it will prove to be elusive. Maybe seeking after a compelling life - a life that matters, that puts others first even to the point of death (yes, like Christ) would be the most rewarding, the best life. But it might not be the happiest...