It’s one thing to set goals for yourself. According to the Self-Help Industry, it’s germane to your happiness as a human. That being said, I think there’s some merit to happiness sans goals. My high school Contemporary American Authors teacher claimed that only children can be truly happy. He believed that because little kids lived in the moment, they could enjoy it for what it was and not have it infected with negative thoughts. He went on to say that adults may have moments of happiness; an avid skier, flying down the mountain on a perfect day; but no matter how great that moment is, as soon as the adult realizes they’re happy, they begin to think about all the things that are wrong in their lives. I’ve had 15 years to think about this nugget and I’ve decided that he’s wrong. (Sorry, Mr. Shapiro) Maybe it’s wisdom with age. Maybe it’s the antidepressants. But I think it’s totally possible for an adult to recognize that they’re happy and then just be happy. Goals are great and I’m pretty sure you can’t accomplish much without them, but what’s the point? It makes you happy. So be happy, dammit.