Think of a Happy Place

in the course of research i came upon this site:
http://thehappinessshow.com/HappiestCountries.htm

Puerto Rico is #1 and Zimbabwe is the cellar dweller. The Philippines is ranked 30th among the happiest places on earth. just before indonesia and ahead of taiwan.

just what the hell does it all mean?

somehow, my idea of a happy place is a bit far away from Puerto Rico...

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