Usually, yes, I’m happy. Because I live in a great country in, generally, a good time to be alive, have a reasonable amount of good relationships, and have enough success to be somewhat comfortable in society.
Sometimes I am not. Because anxious thoughts plague me due to the structure of same said society. I have doubts and fears, and feelings of inadequacy. And sometimes, I’m so bored and see no point in anything, that happiness seems impossible. But that usually passes.
It feels like a self-regulating balance. Usually pretty happy, sometimes decidedly not.