When I’m unhappy, I feel like I’m doing life wrong. I’d rather be happy. But is happiness the point of life, or is there more to it? If I pursue happiness, mine first then for those around me, is that selfish? But if there’s a bigger purpose, then what about people with Alzheimer’s or dementia who can’t recall recent experiences or make plans?
Everyone has to figure out their own purpose
For me, the purpose is to experience life. The good, the bad, everything.
As an aside, happiness is a carrot / stick game. Evolution has ensured that its unobtainable for any length of time.
You’re better off seeking contentment.