The pursuit of SOME things make me happy. I wouldn't want the pursuit of a good job, the pursuit of a soul mate, the pursuit of good health, the pursuit of a great home, the pursuit of good relationships with the people I know.

I do have the pursuit of finding some nice dining chairs, a nice couch, a nice dress to wear at my grandmother's birthday.

I have a awesome job, I have found my soul mate, I'm healthy and able, I have a great home and a fun life.

I do have wants and I enjoy thinking and fantasising about them. I like browsing on things that I MIGHT get in the future, a home I might purchase, a garden I might one day own.

I'm not unhappy because I don't have them. I'm not unhappy if I don't have them ONE DAY. I'm happy that I have these fucking simple wants.

Are you saying to be happy is having no further wants? If I had no wants I would have no goals or ambition. That to me is a reason to die. I would rather die than have nothing to live for - nothing more I want to enjoy or experience. Is happiness being OK with death and not wanting anything more from life? To me, that's just being morbid. I think human nature is to want to live and to move forward. Not to stand still or worse, go backward.