For as long as I can remember I have been seeking happiness.  Back in high school when someone asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up—I said “happy.” I convinced myself that the pursuit of happiness was not only our self-evident right, but that it was equal to the unalienable rights of life and liberty.  (Remember the constitution?) I think I’ve read every book with the words happy and happiness in them ever written.  And while I am mostly always happy, there are days when it isn’t easy. Then recently I’ve read a couple of books that have me questioning that pursuit on a much deeper level.  Is it possible I’ve been seeking the wrong thing?  And is it possible that what most of us want when we say we want happiness isn’t located where we’ve been looking?

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