Am I Happy?

Am I Happy? If there is any sadness I make a strong effort to be free of it quickly,  otherwise it grows like a vine in the rainy season:  by midday I will be confused, by evening  a whole jungle of weak, wasteful and negative attitudes will have taken deep roots in my mind.   The result equals chaos. Sometimes I reach a stage where the attitude is:  "So what if I feel the blues today? It is my life, no one else will be affected".    Firstly, the more I allow myself to experience sorrow, the less time I have available to be happy and contented.   It sounds ridiculously obvious, but am I aware of the value of happiness?   It is an extremely rare commodity, and the cost goes sky high.   Secondly, is it my life? Yes, I am living it, but am I not a member of a family or a co-worker with others, and am I not part of society?   If so, then every movement affects and  is affected by those around me.