–Hello sir, how are you today?
–I am happy. Truly, I am. I can ask for nothing. I have a good job. And I am loved, and I have love for other people. I whistle when I ride my bike and I do stuff like dance in the shower. It’d be embarrassing if I wasn’t so happy I didn’t care.
So the question on my mind is, is that it? Is this life now? I got there, to this misty pinnacle we call happiness, that's so elusive to so many people, and therefore the only way is down. The days of me seeking stuff and wanting stuff are over, because I have all the things now. And despite all the happiness I feel, I can't erase the question in my mind of "Is this it? Is this everything? Is this really it?" And that makes me sad again. And I wonder if my instincts are right, and maybe happiness isn't actually the end goal for everyone, that there's something else. Or maybe, everyone else is right, that I should count my lucky stars and realise that ultimately I am responsible for my own unhappiness and should stop thinking such bad thoughts because if I'm not careful I will be the architect of my own midlife crisis with accompanying drinking problem. Fuck, I dunno. I don't even know what I want to drink right now.
–Can you decide, sir? You are holding up the line.