For someone that you love deeply would you be willing to move to a foreign country knowing that there would be little chance of seeing your friends and family again?
If you could spend a year in perfect happiness but afterward remember nothing of the experience, would you do it?
I don’t think I could move away from my friends and family. I moved away once, and it took far too long to get back. I’m probably just not willing to do that again. Perhaps it helps that I am happily married, and my husband is here, eh?
The second is a bit harder to answer, but I think probably not. What good is it to be happy if you don’t remember it? And are you ever really happy without at least a touch of the bittersweet? Isn’t it the small portion of unhappy that defines for us what happy truly is? And isn’t it the memory of happy that keeps us going when times are tough? I think I’d settle for content and remembering than happy and not.