When I exclaimed, "Happiness is complicated" to a professor, he replied, "Maybe happiness is just being."

I'm not usually one for the psychoanalytical stuff (I never did take AP Psych in high school and I have no idea about anything really), so I actually don't have a clue what he means. I think, though, that part of being happy is just not thinking about being happy. John Stuart Mill puts it this way:

"But I now thought that this end [one's happiness] was only to be attained by not making it the direct end. Those only are happy (I thought) who have their minds fixed on some object other than their own happiness[....] Aiming thus at something else, they find happiness along the way[....] Ask yourself whether you are happy, and you cease to be so."

Or, in a way, "Ignorance is bliss." Maybe thinking too much is precisely what's causing my moods to be so spastic these days. How's that for an excuse to be exempt from my final exams/papers?