I am happy to have reached my 46th birthday today. I am healthy, only visit the doctor for my yearly check-up, have no diseases, and do not take any medication. That should be enough to make someone happy right? But it’s not. Why?
Many of us are unhappy. We count our problems and disasters in life instead of our blessings. We put high rank on objects that, in the end, leave us feeling emptier. We look around at other people and what they have and we compete with them. We still suffer from high school syndrome.