Recently while driving from point A to point B, my son, who happened to be in the car with me, began pondering the complexity of happiness.
Happiness used to seem like a given. I would wake up, the sun would shine, I would of course, hate going to school, but would love to see my friends and even found joy in my class binder (usually puppy themed) or a new pencil my mom had bought me. Life was simple and for the most part, life was good.
However, now seem to be bombarded with ads for reasons why we might not be happy. Are we really unhappy because we actually are… or because we’ve been told to be? (I do love a good ‘mind control conspiracy theory’, throw in a zombie with a moustache and I’m completely elated) ;)
Is there a secret formula to happiness? I can …