Happiness has been of life-long interest to me.
It seemed to be elusive.
My mother thought shopping for clothes would make her happy, and I picked up that habit. After a couple of hours, though, I usually regretted it. I wasn’t any happier.
Society says it’s the bigger house, the perfect relationship or more money in the bank that will make us happier.
In my early years, I thought I had all of those things.
I kept thinking, then, I should be happier than I was.
I’m sure this motivated me to keep searching. Through mountains of books. For years. You too?