I feel like I was lucky early on in life to come to the realisation that happiness does not depend on external factors. Don't get me wrong, I would be sorely unhappy if, for example, I lost my home, or my job, etc. - But in the end, even such tragedies can be overcome in the mind before their physical resolutions manifest.

I often think about this pure, present moment. Right now. The only moment that exists... (Time really is an illusion)... And existence. Myself, existing, thinking about existence. It's actually mind-bending to think about it... So much so that eventually I stop thinking and start just being. Suddenly absolutely nothing matters, or at least, everything does, which ends up being the same thing. The idea that the only meaning in life that exists is the meaning we make for ourselves becomes distinct in my mind.

I then look at the people around me and wonder if any of them ever experience the same thing and if not, how I could ever relate it to them.

"Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, No escape from reality. Open your eyes... Look up to the skies and see..."

Freddy Mercury, I believe, must have experienced it.