A True gauge of Happiness

This article has been written having just read this news article.

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This article amuses me. I'm curious how this survey of 1,000 people in each country can declare Norway remarkably perky and the Central African Republic down.
It's certainly not wealth although it's easy to think so.
The Danes pay ridiculous taxes with the wealthy paying up to 52% on their income. Mali meanwhile offers a choice of 30% or 3%. This rather bizarre system doesn't count for happiness though as they continue struggle on the happiness list.
Instead it must stem from emotional feelings of satisfaction.
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This is Hygge. I'm not going to tell you how to pronounce as despite much debate, this is a blog not a vlog instead. Instead you can look at the picture. The point is if we all look after ourselves with small acts of self satisfaction, we would be better in the long term. Or at least happier. On the other hand, countries such as Syria and Yemen currently in the midst of wars and famine rank rather low in the standings.
I'm unwilling to go into further detail due to a lack of time frame available for research.
But here's my point.
Happiness can only be judged by the individual. Therefore it is tough to have the challenges and delight of life be portrayed in a simple 1 to 10 ladder. But in the modern age don't we all want facts to satisfy and infiltrate our minds? It is that which comes with the internet. Especially considering this article has been written and completely inspired by the BBC News website at 6pm on the 20th March. Food for thought...
FACT of the IPOT: In Mali, if you have a shortfall in your tax spending, you can make up your deficit with crates of squash or even a goat!! See the following link:                  The country where you can choose your tax rate....



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  1. ChocolotteWednesday 22 March 2017 at 21:06:00 GMT

    Happiness comes and goes, and even the cheeriest people have their low moments. For me, happiness is about checking in with myself, not taking things for granted, and being happy with the smallest achievement. It means not getting angry with others, comparing myself to them, or expecting things from them. As you said, its hard to judge happiness, because someone could be in the most dire situation and still find a reason to smile.

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    1. CD PlayerWednesday 22 March 2017 at 21:53:00 GMT

      Maybe you should write my conclusions for me. Life is certainly capable of its pessimism and optimism even at an unexpected moment. P.S sorry for the reference but it was inevitable :)

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    2. ChocolotteSunday 26 March 2017 at 23:24:00 BST

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