It's not that I can't find it. It's that I have no interest in pursuing it. I am extremely content and satisfied with my life. See no point in chasing things I

It's not that I can't find it. It's that I have no interest in pursuing it. I am extremely content and satisfied with my life. See no point in chasing things I don't need. This is the problem. I tell people I'm not interested in being happy, and they take that to mean my life sucks (for lack of a better term). Nothing is further from the truth. Unlike my happiness oriented friends, I am extremely content. I have a beautiful wife and lovely children. My family lives close by. I have close friends. I want for nothing. People tell me I smile a lot. But I have no feeling I'd describe as happy. I'm not sad. I'm just content. I see no point in seeking the thrill of happiness, just like I see no point seeking the thrill of skydiving. I intellectually see how such fleeting experiences could be nice, but I don't want or need them