Am I happy? I guess, in a word, yes. I am happy. Because I've learnt my lessons and the past is, well, the past. I keep learning from everyday stuff. The best thing I learnt is to never ever have expectations in life, from life. That way, I'm never disappointed; whatever the outcome.
You just live. If you have dreams, try and work towards them. But don't expect them to become true just because you tried. If they do become true, good - now find another dream and work towards it. If they don't become true, hard luck - now find another dream and work towards it. I'm happy with my job - the pay could've been better though. I'm happy with the place I stay - my roommate could've been cleaner though. I'm happy with my social life - I wish I could meet a really wonderful girl though. I'm happy - but not contented though. Now there's the clincher. This happiness isn't permanent, is it? A truly happy me would've been contented.
I think it isn't the pursuit of happiness that we are on - its the search for contentment. I hope to be content before I die - that's my new dream. I'll never know if it'll ever come true - not until I'm dying. I'm probably making a rather flawed argument, but I don't care - I'm happy.
