Happiness: What does it take to really, truly be happy? And how much are people involved in that happiness? I felt happy as I sat on my tree in a rock tonight and drank a beer and looked out over the village and the Mediterranean. I have my writing, I have a few good friends, I have family, I have a good cup of coffee each morning, I’m well-fed, I am financially stable, I have traveled a lot more than the average 22-year-old, I have a college degree, there are beautiful things I see each day which affect me immensely, I have nice clothes, comfortable shoes, I enjoy fine dining, film and literature, and I am passionate about people I love and things I commit to. I said previously that happiness is self-reliant, but what if you really want someone to be a part of that contentment; to either make you happy or to have a hand in making that person happy? When does looking to yourself for that pleasure become selfish, and when does it become healthy? If someone made you cry or you’re afraid you have pissed someone off or your story got rejected by a mag or you miss home, what percentage of that pain should contribute to your daily sadness? How easy is it to look on the bright side? How much hurt should you let in and how much should you push out?