So over breakfast, had a discussion with the bros about the nature of happiness, and how it's one of those ideals that was in the Declaration of Independence, but removed from the Constitution because it was too nebulous. They tried to narrow it down to having security, something to work toward, and someone to care about more than yourself.
Bullshit, I responded. Now readers, believe it of not but there was once a time, long ago, when I cared for someone more than myself. It sucked, big time. I was constantly miserable. Ever since I told myself it was okay to care more about myself than anyone else, or even everyone else in the world, my life has been great.
I defined happiness then as simply security and self-acceptance. If you ate okay with who you are everything will be cool. Me, I like me a lot.