So apparently I come from the second happiest country in the world.
I suposse that would explain my inordinate bursts of joy at inappropriate times...
But is that really the reality?
I don't know who came up with that index and how they measured it; however, I think that the reality of the country as a whole is quite different than what may seem. I can think whatever I want but ultimately, what I think means nothing because I have neither spent time there in a proportion where it would affect me nor have I seen my quality of life diminished because of what goes on there. But I read and I listen and if Bracuta is saying that the country is going to hell in a handbasket, it means something- and it certainly doesn't mean that Dominicans are by any stretch of the imagination "happy".
The most common hope I think that most normal people have is that of world peace. But I also think that this hope also comes secondary to that of a world (vast or small as your perceive it) where people can have their basic needs met. Where the standard of living of the masses is not compromised by the greed of a few. I think that a happy country is one, where each citizen can live knowing that the fruits of their labor is enough for them to live a dignified existence and they can take care of themselves.
If this isn't happening, you can't have a happy country.
And it's not happening.
I'm not trying to burst anyone's bubble here, but it seems to me like we should give the title of second happiest place in the world, to a place that lives up to the title.