what is real?

i don't know what is real anymore. courtesy: life.at one point in my life i felt like i had all of it. happiness, contentment, friends, love, and all things possible that makes a wonderful life. no, i didnt'have million dollars stacked in my account, nor did i have a porsche to show off, nor did i have a job. or an earning. i was there out there in the open spaces, struggling to find myself a place under the sun. and i loved it, every bit of it. the constant bickerings, complaints, the tensions, the exams, the tests, the weird timings, being broke and i was still happy. now that i have a job, a monthly salary that i can depend on, why is it that i don not feel good? many things have happened in my life. and many more will happen. will i never be happy because i am carrying a burden in me? or will i ever know what brings me happiness? being with him? or being alone?