We do not know what makes us happy. Some of us look at celebrities, with their magical mansions and numerous fans, and think that to be happy they have to be a singer. Some of us look at CEOs of fancy companies, with their pent-house-located offices, and think they will only be happy if the signature under their email contains the word CEO. Some of us who feel more confident about their self-knowledge, look at writers, poets or painters and think they, too, have to become an established artist.
“I used to think if I publish a book that becomes a bestseller I will be very happy. I did publish a book and it did become a bestseller and I am very happy now, but because I have a wife now whom I love.” – John Green