There was a time in my life when I wasn't too satisfied with how things were going. Now that I'm in college, I am happy. I can't really pin down why. Maybe because I have to be. In high school, you have to go to school. Everyone gets a high school diploma. (Yeah, I know, not EVERYONE, but you know what I mean!) Once you're in college, though, you're there because you WANT to be. If you don't, you really should just go get a job or something, instead of wasting all this time and money. So maybe that's why I'm happy, because I have to be. And, of course, doing something with yourself is a way to be happy, as well. I've taken to writing and drawing comic books. And I have the prospect of doing a lot more writing, in my major, for grades, before I graduate. That's something else to be happy about. Or maybe it's my freedom. My parents can no longer tell me what to do, and I clean my room when I feel like it. (Or when my roommate has trouble wading through the piles of junk lying around. I try to be considerate.) So being free causes happiness. Maybe. Anyway, maybe I just shouldn't be thinking about why I'm happy. Happiness is like a magic trick; if you think about it too hard, you might figure out how it works, and then it's not any fun anymore. I'm very well off compared to most of the people in the world, I have friends, I can entertain myself.