What does it mean to be happy? To be pursuing a goal? Well if that's the secret to being happy, what happens when that goal is realized? And the next goal? The next point in the journey? Does it never end? Is death the inevitable end to the lifelong quest for greater happiness? What's the point? Happiness is derived from running after a goal; goal is achieved, depression, inactivity; another goal set - repeat.
Is this really worth living? How does it make sense that I'm happier when I see room for development than when I'm at my goal, when the progress is more than satisfactory - when I've done enough to say the situation is perfect?
Life