when everything goes so perfectly without any trouble… and work is in good progress and there’s nothing to worry… It feels more worrisome and tense, and this free time and the cool breeze make it aggravated. I guess, as days progress and years slip out of life span, one feels more and more responsible (with/without his/her consent), and finds it difficult to enjoy the moment as it is! Like ***sh used to say long back, one should be stupid or ignorant enough to be happy. How true!
Is being happy really a matter of choice?
By the way, checkout this link from MIT. A good evening read, and an eye-opener too!