Can work make us feel happier? I don’t mean in the literal sense of being happy while you’re working, but rather the psychological effect work has on our experiencing happiness.

I came home tonight, after working 10 hours in Boston and hitting the gym for an 1 hour, and I heard Spanish music coming from an open window across the street. It was one of those slow, sad sounding Spanish songs (whatever that is). I couldn’t see him, but I heard a guy singing his heart with the song. He seemed genuinely happy, as if he was the happiest person on the planet. But I know that guy. He’s a bum. I see him hanging out in front of the house all day, and night. He doesn’t work, or do anything. Maybe he’s collecting welfare, or has a relative who is, but either way, he does nothing all day. I wondered to myself if I would feel just as happy if I was in his place, having nothing to worry about. Then I wondered if maybe the people who actually work, the ones who put themselves into use everyday, who have goals and ambitions, if maybe they are capable of experiencing more happiness than the ones who don’t. Does work, worry, and responsibility teach us to appreciate the simpler things in life even more? A 4 year old child couldn’t possibility be able to appreciate living in a big house or even having a yard to play in, until he grows up and sees how things could have been different.

I’ve seen first hand how experience teaches you to appreciate. After learning how to do basic plumbing, wiring, and construction from my Dad, I started teaching myself and taking on projects (shed / basement) that I never imagined completing myself. After seeing first hand the amount of work, planning, and precision that goes into building something (like the many months my Dad and I spent building the decks, stairs, and kitchen floors at his house last summer), my appreciation for the construction of everything has grown exponentially. The feeling of standing inside my shed, knowing I built it from ground up, carrying every single piece of wood from my truck to that spot, is unexplainable. Suppose I had built a dog house. Would I have the same feeling of appreciation? Of course not.

Experience, it seems, teaches us to appreciate what we have now because we’re capable of understanding how thin a line we’ve walked to get to where we are today.