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We have been on a quest for happiness for too long.

The adult version of happiness: I will be happy when I get that promotion, make a million bucks, marry that girl, buy that car, live there, etc.

The child’s version: I will be happy now, hahahahahaha.

Right this minute, I am seated comfortably at a cafe along Orchard Road, sipping a chocolatey mocha spin and finishing one of the best apple crumbles I’ve ever tasted. The wind is weaving through the greenery around me. The hustle of traffic ring in a distance. I stretch out my legs and took a deep breathe of the best air this city can give. I like to loiter the crowded stretch of Singapore’s shopping street because I think it’s the happiest place in the country.

No matter where you are and what you do, you can decide to be happy too, like the child.

Photo by longhorndave

I realize how much time I spent on the average day picking on the wrong things.

• A government-proposed annuity plan that means I’ll get less when I retire
• An inconsiderate road hog
• A property agent who was late for my appointment
• An ugly pink bedroom
• A server outage false alarm
• A client complaining about a project not progressing to expectations
• A last minute request

Ok, I admit I tried very hard to come up with a longer and more formidable list. My list of wrong things has gotten a lot shorter than it used to be, something that I’m truly thankful and happy about. This post is about how I shifted to being picky about feeling good and dramatically improved my quality of life. [Read more]