If I have learned anything over the past 70 years, 50 of them as a wheelchair user, it is that what brings happiness changes with the seasons of your life.
At first, as a young man, it was all about the chase — the emotional rollercoaster of pursuing and being pursued by girls. That was the name of the game, and happiness rose and fell daily with the tide. Later, still young but nearing middle age, the lure of good times won me over. Smiling faces, thumping music, food and drink, drugs — if something felt good, it was instant proof that you were happy, at least until you woke up the next morning.