I'm not the guy with the answers.
I'm Joseph. This is the long way of telling you why I write Lenses of Happy — and who it's for.
I'm in my 30s. And like a lot of millennials and second-generation immigrants, I've been quietly fighting something.
A divorce. A midlife crisis. An identity crisis. Career burnout. That low hum of unfulfillment. The list goes on.
So for the past two years I've been nomading — no plan, no expectation, just trying to find myself again. And somewhere in all that reflecting, an itch showed up: to understand what happiness actually looks like. Across cultures, backgrounds, upbringings, ages — all of it.
Because I've started to believe happiness isn't one thing. It comes in different forms, through different lenses. The more you expose yourself to, the clearer yours gets. Some things sit right, some don't — and that's different for everyone.
I've got a lot I want to share, and I'm grateful you're here for the ride.
I hope something I write lands with you — and helps you figure out what happiness means for you.
Come figure it out with me.
If any of this felt familiar, you're already in the right place. One quiet letter a week.