Hmmm … since @stanleybmanly has raised the issue of cheerfulness, maybe we should start to define our terms.
To me, happiness is a sort of being at peace with the world as it is or as it is perceived, which may or may not include feelings of satisfaction and contentment. (And of course one’s view of the world may be so skewed that it always appears to be a wonderful and magical place – more wonderful and magical than it actually is, to be sure.) It may also include – and in my case certainly does include – a general optimism that even if things don’t get better (as I expect they will eventually), they’re not going south at a rate that is hopelessly out of control. Cheerfulness is a sort of outward manifestation of good will and happiness at least of the moment. It is occasionally an act; it’s easy enough for a decent actor to fake cheerfulness. I don’t even know how to fake happiness, which is more of a state of being.
So, while I am only rarely “satisfied” with things, either the things that I have, the things that I have done or the things around me, I can be content for long periods of time with the feeling that “things could be better, but they’re not so bad right now.” And though people might think of me from many of my writings in this forum, to name one place, as a surly, grouchy, grumpy old man which I will admit isn’t far off the mark, I’m usually quite happy, even if not cheerful. It’s easy to fake a lack of good cheer, too.
Real cheerfulness doesn’t always seem to last, but happiness, again, judging only from my own perspective, is long term.
I also like @zenvelo‘s suggestion to consider things to be grateful for. Even on the worst of days, there is something:
– It’s raining like hell, but I will soon be inside and dry again.
– I’m hungry, but I have food in the fridge and a great meal planned.
– I’m broke, and the baby is crying, but tomorrow is payday, and a baby who cries – even if loudly – is generally a healthy baby.
– Today was a miserable day at work, but I didn’t get fired and perhaps tomorrow will be better. In any case, the day is over, so let’s be here, now.
Et cetera.
I think I’ve been living like that for so long that I’ve gotten out of the habit of doing it on a conscious level. When I hear people complaining about the weather, for example – and it’s the same weather that I’m experiencing – what occurs to me is that “it’s not so bad, because here we all are, anyway, chatting about it”, or “we sure needed that rain”, or even “wasn’t that an exciting storm!”
But on the other hand, I also don’t think it’s a Pollyanna type response to the world, and “only seeing good in everything”. I know how bad things are and have pretty vivid ideas of how bad things could be – of how bad they very will might be after next January, to think ahead a bit – hell, you’ve read my writing here; you know I can bitch as well as anyone. But I have the same sense of optimism that Churchill had when he said about us that, “The Americans can be counted upon to do the right thing – after they have exhausted all of the other possibilities.”
Now that’s optimism.