My mother often told me that "comparisons are odious." That is a venerable piece of advice, which apparently dates from the mid 15th century. The phrase was so common in Shakespeare's time that he could make fun of it, having Dogberry, in Much Ado About Nothing, claim that a comparison was "odorous."
The process of comparison can lead to an implicit suggestion that different things can be made to compete against each other, to the end that one of the things can be determined to be, in some way, "better" than the other. I think that this is likely a mistaken way to try to make sense of the world, because different people, different things, different experiences, and different times of life are not, really, in competition at all. They are just different, not better or worse. Celebrating differences, not ranking them in terms of what is "better" or "worse," is actually the most accurate way to evaluate the world in which we live. Our world is nothing but differences, all the way up and all the way down!
Was I happier then? Not the right question, I think. I was happy then. I am happy now. Happy every day,
Happy just to be alive, underneath that sky of blue!