Ever Think About Happiness?

Am I happy? Looking at life from the downhill side of middle-age, I see happiness in a way that might be different from the way most people see it. Happiness is a young person's quest. We look for happines when we think its possible to avoid the losses and disappointments and regrets and resentment that are just a part of life. I think more about, "Has there been enough of the good stuff in life?" I'm not thinking in terms of balancing the positives and the negatives, by saying the good outweighs the bad or counterbalances the bad. I'm thinking about how "shit happens" and can we endure it while feeling life is worth living. Does life bring enough love, joy, success, gratification to feel satisfied? Is there enough, that's all. Is life good enough.


Am I satisfied?  Our actions can bring us regrets.  We try and fail sometimes.  Our hopes may end in disappointment.  We all suffer losses and tragedy.  We love; we hate.. we've been loved and hated.  It's all part of life.   Can you say you are satisfied with life?  That's the important question.  I am satisfied.