My feelings exactly. Just a big ole dollop of “blah”. My day job is good, if uninspiring. I’m paid decently well. I’m comfortable. My wife and I bought our first house last year. My wife is beautiful and intelligent and actively doing good work (and being paid appropriately for someone with a master’s degree). I have a cute and loving little dog at my side almost all day everyday.

So why don’t I feel happy? Ecstatic joy is beginning to feel like a myth, unless you do drugs. Trust me though, even those results are fleeting and not worth the “down” you feel afterwards. There is a feeling of pointlessness to it all.

I’m with you. I have to be okay with not being okay. I can’t expect some mystical joy to come down once I’ve renounced ego and all dualisms in my mind, as is suggested by some. I have found contentment and peace, but not joy. That will have to do.