We thought we were gonna live forever. So did all those ahead of us, the dead ones. As nearly as I can recall, I was okay as a kid. For a while. I wasn't good at being a teenager and it was downhill most of the way from there.
After several decades apart, my friend, Presley, asked me, "Are you happy? Are you really happy?"
Seemed insignificant at the time. I'm pretty sure I told her that I was. She took her life a little later. I suppose I've struggled with her query ever since.