I admit it - I've read a book on happiness.
Well, okay ... I started reading it and never finished.
Why did I start? The obvious reason would be
that I was unhappy. But it wasn't that, it was more about being happIER. It
seems we all want to be happier, and apparently we want to be happy all the
time.
Why did I stop reading? The problem is,
sometimes it's normal not to be happy - yet when we're not happy - we're
unhappy about it (pardon the pun).
Happiness is just one of many essential emotions
and, for instance, over the years when my various dogs have died, well ... you
know, happiness just didn't cut it on those occasions.
