For who knows what reason, being happy is hard. As a society, we are always searching for happiness, yet many never "find" it. That, of course, is where we went wrong. Searching for happiness is a lot like trying to predict the future. It's not something that you can just know. I'm not psychic, nor do I hope to be, unless Shawn and Gus were my side kicks. That would be seriously cool.

But, alas, I am not psychic nor devious, but funny enough to pretend to be. I most unfortunately live in the real world more often than not, even though I try fairly often to teleport with my mind powers. Magical I think, but I haven't ruled out government experiments as an explanation. It hasn't worked yet, but I have faith that one day I will understand the full potential of what will be called my extraordinary powers. I would like to be called Can-Do Cassie, if it is at all possible to pick my own pseudonym. I am still not sure on the logistics of that. Can I name my superhero-self without being thought of as vain, or risk having an awful one because of some hot-shot reporter?

I would like to point out that my superhero-self has flaws (Should we trust her? Should we fear her? Will we ever truly know her?). Not major ones like kryptonite or being a tortured soul who doesn't know whether she (or he) is good or evil. Her flaws are mostly human, except for the tendency to sleep for two days from exhaustion of teleporting from Florida to Australia. Hey, if you have the ability and the passport, why not?

She is obsessed with strawberry ice cream, Publix brand only. She has read all of the Harry Potter series at least ten times, in order. She is terrified of children on planes and any other closed-in transportation device. Even though they are cute and adorable elsewhere, they have the power to scream. She also is terrified of relationships and purposefully will leave a dinner early if she even thinks a crime might be happening two towns down-wind of the restaurant. And she is consistently unsure if she is happy or not.

A famous quote by Omar Khayyam is

People, not even superheros like Can-Do Cassie, are always happy. Look at the Avengers if you have any doubts. The only way they keep going is because they have this fear of what will happen if they aren't there to protect the mere mortals around them when danger calls, even though danger usually calls because they are around in the first place. Off-topic, I know, but I felt like it needed to be said (I do love the Avengers, I promise).

It took a while, but I realized that to understand happiness, and to be happy, there was no need to have myself become a superhero. I already was one in my own right because I overcome obstacles every day, whether life-threatening or not. That pickle jar lid was not twisting off on its own, let me tell you that. Maybe I don't need to spend all of my time in my head refining the questions of my superpowers. Maybe, instead, I should just focus on the moment that I am in.

If I happen to start flying in that moment, that's cool too.