Unenforceable for lack of consideration.

One of my recurring mistakes in life is making the assumption that I have reached an age at which there is nothing left to be learned about how to live life because I’ve “seen it all.” This, quite obviously, is a very naïve thing to think. But the notion persists and I don’t really know why. In any case, my current ethos on life is that happiness is an affirmative act, rather than something that must be obtained. Or, put another way, we can choose to be happy. This sits well with me, because it remedies something that’s always been my biggest sticking point about life--there are things about life that we cannot change, and many of those things are bad, or hurtful, or tragic. Call it anti-objectivism if you want, but I’ve never been convinced that the careful application of reason and an unbending will are sufficient to shape the world into whatever you may want it to be. But this is not a problem if you can accept the bad along with the good, and upon final consideration, decide that the good is enough to be joyful about. With that in mind, my past week was plagued by a faint, but relentlessly nagging feeling of shittiness. I don’t understand this. By any objective measure, it was a profitable week. I saw friends. I saw family. I played poker. I celebrated a marriage. I interviewed well. But it was not enough, so a word of caution: choosing happiness may be easier said than done.