I was asked the other day if I was happy. Odd question, I thought as I quickly responded that of course I was happy. Interestingly enough after commenting, I keep playing that question over and over in my mind. Am I happy? I think I am, but what is happiness anyway? I tend to randomly attempt to put definition to most things, but something that is as subjective as this, has me befuddled. I think I’m happy, I’m not sure I’m unhappy, how do I know? When we laugh are we happy?
I love Real Life! You keep doing and I will keep writing about it . . .