Happiness means different things to different people. There are many different theories and philosophies on what makes a person happy but I feel there is no quantifiable universal truth regarding the path to it. It's unique to each of us. When I'm depressed which I have been lately because I've been so very sick, happiness seems like an illusion or delusion. The world is very beautiful or very ugly depending upon the mood goggles I'm forced to wear. I've been both cursed and very blessed in life. It's impossible for me to know how happy other people truly are but I've always noticed that when I'm happy, it seems bigger compared to the happiness others express having. My happiness is often overwhelming in a brilliant, technicolor fashion. Other people seem glum when happy compared to my very expressive and all encompassing version. On the flip side my lows are quantifiably lower and more dangerous. They say there could be no happiness without sorrow so perhaps, at least in my case my extreme lows cause me to appreciate the highs even more. Maybe not, I don't know because as I said I have no way of knowing what others experience on the inside, I just make quesses based on outward expression.

There is something freeing about accepting our limitations. Giving up is not the answer but accepting all of who we are can sometimes lead to great things. Knowing what to accept and what to change is often the biggest challenge we face. (((Hugs)))