Happiness runs smoothly through my life. The material comforts, the friends, the pleasure from work. Day by day, bit by bit, even my dreams are becoming more solid. I do hope to earn a better income; But everything I need, I already have.
How to honor the benefits that life offers me? Do I deserve what is good or is it randomly presented?
I am convinced that if I look for them I will definitely find difficulties, challenges, and reasons to cry.
I married the wrong person. Separated for almost fourteen years, I’m still alone in my bed. I have seen my daughter far too little over the last five years. Since I am alone, my monthly income is not enough to pay for everything I need and I am constantly anxious. I am overweight and have an amputated leg which makes walking difficult after only three minutes. I have an ear that tends to clog so I don’t hear clearly and one of my legs gets repetitive small electrical shocks and cramps which keep me from sleeping well.
Is there a quota of misfortune and another for happiness? Is it all about perception? We all have difficulties in our lives. Is there a scale with which to measure happiness? Is hope just like a drug from which we come down badly? Are happiness and misfortune illusions?