Being so comfortable that I can think about happiness

I have no big struggles at the moment. Weeks are flowing into one another and every week feels roughly the same, with small deviations. Months fly by in the blink of an eye. I am mostly healthy and can pursue my hobbies in my free time. I have a great social circle and I am blessed with wonderful friends. I feel privileged to not feel miserable, because many people don't share that experience. They feel empty inside, have mental or physical problems or have a hard time staying afloat. I can make myself feel worse if I focus on what life has to give to me or what I want from life. I wonder if that's it, if that is everything life has to give. I also wonder what could still that hunger inside of me, wanting more out of my existence. Creating things makes me happier overall, but it still does not satisfy my hunger. When I listen to my inner voice, I doubt that one single thing can make me truly happy. It is great to have the headspace to think about stuff like this. I'm near the top of…