The World Happiness Report 2017 ranked countries on six criteria measuring happiness: GDP per capita, life expectancy, freedom, generosity, social support and an absence of corruption in government or the business sector.
“Happy countries are the ones that have a healthy balance of prosperity, as conventionally measured, and social capital, meaning a high degree of trust in a society, low inequality and confidence in government,"Jeffrey Sachs, the director of the Sustainable Development Solutions Network (SDSN) that published the report, told Reuters.
"What works in the Nordic countries is a sense of community and understanding in the common good,” Meik Wiking, chief executive of the Happiness Institute in Copenhagen, said.
Iceland, Switzerland and Finland were also ranked in the top five. The US was 14th on the list, while the UK came in 19th place. Sachs said the US had dropped one place due to rising inequality, distrust and corruption. He said that President Trump’s economic measures were “all aimed at increasing inequality – tax cuts at the top, throwing people off the healthcare rolls, cutting Meals on Wheels in order to raise military spending. I think everything that has been proposed goes in the wrong direction.”
Syria, Yemen, Tanzania and Burundi are the least happy of the 155 countries listed in the fifth annual report by the SDSN.
The aim of the report is to provide governments with a tool to improve overall well-being in their country. “I want governments to measure this, discuss it, analyse it and understand when they have been off on the wrong direction,” Sachs said.
World Happiness Report 2017 rankings:
8. New Zealand
12. Costa Rica
14. United States
19. United Kingdom
I saw the post about how 17 year old Rhysand would react to 17 year old Feyre. It’s my first fic so it is probably shit, but I just had to write it.
Description: 17 y/o Feyre comes into the Illyrian camp that 17 y/o Rhysand and his mother are living in. All 17 y/o Illyrian males want to do is fuck and fight, and Rhysand is no exception, but darling Feyre won’t accept his advances.
I had had my fair share of good romps in the 17 years
I’d been in the world, and it turns out that not many girls can resist the son
of the High lord. Or so I thought…
in the middle of sparring with Cassian when I caught an unfamiliar scent coming
from the direction of the entrance to the camp. My brother must have caught it
too because he looked at me with a devilish smirk. The scent was sweet like
vanilla and something else, and it was most definitely female. At that moment,
my mother came around the corner, her arm around what I assumed was the new
mystery girl. I stepped out of the sparring ring and walked to where my mother
and the girl stood.
“Ah, Rhysand, I was just looking for you,” my mother
said as I approached, “There’s someone I’d like you to meet.” She motioned with
her hand to the girl standing beside her.
Now closer, I could actually get a good glimpse at the
stranger. She looked around my age, but nothing about her screamed ‘Look at me’.
She lifted her face to me then, and my snarky remark died in my throat as I
looked at the girl’s face. She was the most beautiful person I had ever seen. Her
pale skin was clear, only marked by light freckles across her delicate nose.
Her blue-gray eyes shone with a challenge that I was certainly up to accept.i allowed my eyes to roam further down her body. Slowly, I gave her one of my dazzling smiles that always worked on females, and
held out my hand.
“Rhysand. It’s a pleasure to meet you…”
She took my
hand gently and shook it once before letting it fall.
“Feyre. Nice to meet you,” she replied, completely
unfazed by the look I had just given her. Challenge
accepted, I thought as Feyre brushed past me and continued walking toward
the barracks at the other end of the pitch.
I tried for weeks to get Feyre’s attention, but none
of my usual advances worked. She would just smile at me and shake her head and
go back to whatever she was doing. The tension was driving me crazy. I had
never been one to stumble over words, but this girl, this beautiful girl, with
her full pink lips and stunning eyes made me want to roar in frustration
whenever she shot down my advances.
I decided to try one last time, so I invited Feyre on a
walk with me in the forest surrounding the camp. We had been walking for a good
hour, and our conversation had been the same flirty banter that it usually
was. Feyre seemed to be in a particularly good mood, so I decided to try my
should consider my offer, Feyre darling,” I said as we walked along one of the
“Oh, should I? Well tell me Rhysand, what would be so appealing about sleeping with you,” Feyre
replied, rolling her eyes at me in the process. The way my name rolled off her tongue
when she was being sarcastic…
I had to physically stop myself from pouncing onto her
as I replied confidently, “I am the son of a High Lord, I am gorgeous, and I’ve
never had a complaint about my skills in bed”.
Feyre snorted at this and shook her head, “Hard to get
a complaint from your own hand, Rhysand.”
I smiled wickedly at her remark, “Such a foul mouth on
such a stunning creature. Show me, Feyre, exactly what that mouth of yours can
do”. She simply gave me a smile that left me feeling dizzy and continued
walking along the stream.
I made to follow her when I slipped on a rock and lost
my balance. I did not have time to catch myself as I fell backwards into the
stream. The rush of the freezing water took care of any evidence of what I had
been thinking about doing with Feyre’s mouth, along with any pride this amazing
female hadn’t already crushed. Feyre stood on the bank now, laughing so hard
that she had peeled over. I took this opportunity and grabbed her arm, pulling
her into the water with me. She screamed at the coldness of the water, but I
quickly pulled her against me before she could attempt to climb out of the
“It’s not kind to laugh at people in distress, Feyre
darling,” I said as I pushed back a wet strand of her hair.
She shivered, but I was unsure if it was from the
touch or the temperature of the water. My answer came a second later when she took
my face into her hands and kissed me gently. I was so taken aback that I forgot
to kiss her back for the first few seconds, but I deepened the kiss when I felt
her body melt into mine. I gathered her into my arms and laid her down onto the
bank before covering her body with my own once again, kissing her like I needed
the feel of our lips together to breath. At this point, I did.
Feyre flipped us over without breaking the kiss and
straddled me. I made to run my hands over her back, but she grabbed my hands
and held them down above my head. She broke the kiss then, and I didn’t realize
what she had been doing with my hands until I tried to move them and felt the
restraints now around my wrists.
She gave me a wicked smile as she leaned down and
whispered in my ear, “If you can get out of these, come find me, and I’ll
accept your offer”. I groaned as she nipped my ear and made to stand. She gazed
down at me with those beautiful blue eyes and took off running back towards the
I stalked back to the camp mere minutes after breaking
the chains with my power, frustrated and cold. I looked for Feyre everywhere,
but she was nowhere to be found. Cassian took one look at me when I finally
came home and burst into laughter. I gave him the finger and made my way up to
the bath. I could still feel the sensation of Feyre’s lips on mine, her body
underneath me, the way she nipped at my ear before she left me on that bank. Shit, I thought as I sat down in the
bath, this girl is going to be the death
of me. Even as the thought struck me, I couldn’t help but think, maybe some things are worth dying for.