When I am dying, I want to reflect on a full, rich life of love, service, fun, and courage. One that was as happy as possible. I want to say, "I'm satisfied," not "I wish." So bring on the funerals, and even the deviled eggs.
can't say I ever gave much thought to happiness. I come from a family where happiness was seen as an "extra," a kind of frill to life -- nice to have, but certainly not necessary and by no means paramount. Work was king. Suffering meant you were working hard. It made you worthy.
Paradoxically strong self-esteem also enables us stay open to hearing others' differing views, I believe. This path towards a positive and resilient outlook begins with giving oneself the permission to feel.