Whereas everyone had the ideal career already thought out for them, be it doctor, or teacher, or lawyer, I never did.

It has to be said, I changed my mind on what I wanted to do on a weekly basis. Architect was a good one. Surgeon, another one I could have done. I do believe I still hold the record for my sixth form's fastest heart dissection. Something potential boyfriends should bear in mind. I could take your heart, cut it to pieces and have it all labelled up within five minutes.

Despite, what I have been told is, a natural aptitude for music, I never ever considered it for a career. To me, it was always my hobby, my love. That old adage about mixing work and pleasure?

So, if happiness is supposed to be having what you want, the career, the love, the family, how on earth are you supposed to be happy if you dont know what you want?

Does it meant that you just end up being happy with what you have? Does my apathy about dating and relationships and having no idea about careers or what I want mean that I'm more prone to concentrate on what's going on now?

If someone asked me what I wanted, they would be silly things. Silly little things. It would be having a nice place to live. Perhaps a nice house with a large living room. With laminate flooring. And a proper wood fireplace. And a large grand piano, which I can play with the fireplace roaring on an autumn night.

Does anyone feature in that? Probably not. Does that bother me? No. Dont get me wrong, I'd be happy if there was, but I'd be happy if there wasnt. But my happiness is MY happiness. For me. Selfish as it may be.

So, ok, there's a rough region. Like going on holiday and knowing you'll end up somewhere hot. But not which country, or even which continent.

But again, how will I end up happy if I dont know what I want? Or worse, what if you know what you want, you get it, and it isnt what you thought it would be?

Take Sex And The City 2, gay reference I know, in which the lovely Charlotte finally has the nice apartment, the husband, the two kids. What she always wanted.

However, after a baking incident with the children, she ends up breaking down in the cupboard, because the idea of the family that she harboured for years didnt match up to the reality of screaming children, a messy kitchen, and clothes that end up getting torn.

It begs the question, should we be worrying more about what we have in the present, and finding happiness there, or what is coming up in the future, and the happiness we will eventually find there?