On the pursuit of a happy life.

I'd like to ask my true love's brother many questions. But I don't want to invade his privacy. Or to put it another way, my true love doesn't want me to invade his privacy. I'd probably have no qualms about such an invasion. Because that's my nature. I like to delve. Rather deeply. In order to better understand people. Personally. I think that's one of my better traits. I can't know too much about people. Especially those around me. Unfortunately, I generally know too little. If I'm to have a decent conversation with my true love's brother, I need a translator. Because he speaks very little English. And I speak very little Italian. I'd ask him what it feels like to be out of work. He's been unemployed for several months. But he has prospects for a job. Soon. But if that doesn't happen, I assume it'll be a blow to his morale. The unemployment rate is high in Italy. Even higher than in the USA. That's sad. I'd do somerthing about it. If I could. But I can't. Instead, I can only empathize and sympathize with the brother and with the unemployed. I'd also ask the brother for his thoughts on the pursuit of happiness. Is it possible for him to achieve happiness in modern-day Italy? How is he trying to go about it? Or is he even trying? Has he given up? If so, that would be sad. Makes me feel a little guilty. Because I'm a very happy American living in Sardinia. I'd also ask my true love's brother what's going right in his life? I hope he has a list. Things he can build on. And take solace. That a reasonably happy life is still possible. --Jim Broede