characterized by or indicative of pleasure, contentment, or joy
Right. So, I'm sure that people measure their "happy" in different ways and I'm sure that no one is perfectly happy, meaning that they have EVERY LITTLE THING THAT THEY COULD EVER WANT IN THEIR LIFE. It just doesn't seem possible. But, mostly, we get many of the things we want and most of the things we need and that qualifies us as happy.
I am happy. I think I'm happy. I thought I was happy. I'm confused.
It's only a couple times a year that I am forced to take a good look at my happy. I have a child and a significant other whom both love me dearly. I have a steady source of income, a reliable method of transportation, a roof over my head. I have family that supports me in any way that they can. Why, then, do I question my happy? Could it be that I'm just fooling myself?
All of this stems from a visit. A visit from an old friend who probably knows me better than I know myself. A plutonic friend, let me make that clear. Somehow, this friend sees right through this facade as if it weren't even there. I'm not unhappy, per se, but deep down, in the depths of my heart and soul, I guess I know that he's right.
I know that he also wants to see me happy, like the happy he's seen me before, but he also knows that I'm not in a position of life-changing movements. I guess it's good to know that he's still there for me, as his parting statement was "Just let me know when you're ready to leave all of this." Yeah, ouch. Sigh. I should get back to work.