We Americans are obsessed with happiness. Dozens of books are written on it. I even took an online assessment grading my “Happiness Quotient.” I was ultra depressed when I took the little test and scored a very happy person. Weird!
A few years ago I was on a flight when the person next to me asked the normal inane question, “So, tell me, what do you do?” (Ugh!) After very briefly explaining my career at the time, she then asked, “But are you happy?”
Huh? Am I happy? First, what business is it of hers? But even more important, I’m not even sure what she wants to know. Happy. What is it?
Maybe I’m confused because I don’t think happiness is our real issue. Sure, happiness is nice, but…