When I was a little girl, Disneyland in Anaheim, California, advertised itself as the happiest place on her.

So, died children, their wish was to go to Disneyland before they were going.

Now in Rhone, children can enjoy happy meals at the local McDonald's,

which is a place in many localities at this point.

And adults sometimes flock to bars that offer happy hours on weeknight.

So there's a kind of ordinary sense of happiness here.

Now, the kind of happiness on offer in these venues isn't usually the sort that's under

discussion when undergraduates sort of set out to find satisfying careers, a sense of communities,

ways of working toward a life that seems both to suit them as individuals with unique,

taste, talents, and convictions, and to count as meaningful.

The sort of happiness on offer in courses on designing a good life or the strategies

developed by positive psychologists to improve one state of mind

and foster resilience in the life

are not the sort of thing

that's a very young we're seeking at Disneyland

and hoping to get a taste of

when they open the happy meal box.

I suppose that some adults

who take advantage of happy hours

in order to share drinks with

friends or coworkers may be engaging in an activity that combine some of the pleasures associated

with the Magic Kingdom with the sort of sociality and sense of purpose that form the backbone

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