I have now reached the happy age of 23. No, happy is not quite the right word. At this particular moment I am certainly not happy.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
As I started getting older, I realized, 'I'm so happy!' I didn't expect this! I wasn't happy when I was young.
I've been a much happier person in my early thirties than I was in my twenties.
I am a much happier 27-year-old than I was at 20 years old. I am so fortunate because I have an amazing family, amazing friends and a great support system.
The only person who can say they're happy getting old is someone who isn't actually old yet. Every day, I get less and less happy about that idea.
I'm very happy in all aspects of my life.
You get to a certain age where you prepare yourself for happiness. Sometimes you never remember to actually get happy.
What is happy? I think happy's in the moment. I don't think everybody can be happy all the time.
Happiness is a mysterious concept. It seems to work best as futurity: at that point I will be happy, et cetera. I feel like I experience small pieces of joy day to day.
As long as I am given the opportunity to keep performing and keep exploring in whatever medium, I'll be happy. As long as I get to spend time with my family, I'll be happy. As long as I can write in some form, I'll be happy. It is the essential things like that I equate with happiness.
I'm happy, and I think being happy keeps you looking young.