What really makes me happy is when I’m useful. When I create something that others can use. Or even when I create something I can use.
I truy believe in the above statement you have made. And that is something that as one grows older makes it difficult in a way, but is something we should strive for- because some skills deteriorate, and then you question how can you be useful? Grandparents look after their grandkids- but does that bring permanent happiness? Every morning i now set out to create something with my hands, be it putting together an assortment of things for a picture frame from throwaways, or weeding just a single pot in the garden… doing something useful rather than just creating can also bring in the much needed and elusive happiness.