Happy? Not all the time. My definition of happiness is a little more extreme. Content? Yes, I am. I live in Singapore, which is relatively safe, I can shoot outdoors at relatively quiet places until the wee hours of the night with relative ease/minimal fear; I can go most places with a combination of public transport and foot; it's a convenient city but there are still natural scenes available to get away from it all; I can find meaning in my job which makes it that much more enjoyable; I have a beautiful, supportive wife who always tolerates my habits of waking up early on weekends to feed sandflies/get muddy/go to random locations; there are loads of cats rolling in the void decks whenever I feel like laughing.. I still have some time available to indulge in hobbies/enjoy good food when I can.. I *do* have a hobby which I can always count on to make life so much more relaxing... There's just so much to be thankful about.
Is life perfect? It is not. There are things I would like to improve, places I would like to go but can't afford to (time or money wise), little faucets of things that COULD very well become large - if I allow them to.
The glass is never full, but it is never empty. You balance it all, and be glad for who you are, where you've been and what made you the person you are today. That makes it easier to be content.