What exactly is happiness? Why do we pursue it? Is it because it makes us feel amazing about ourselves? To give ourselves some kind of purpose to live our lives? Happiness is hard to find and once you have it you never want to let go of it. It eventually fades away like everything does, but does it come back? Why do you want it back knowing that it would just fade away again? Is it possible to have happiness forever without it fading away? Is that what we're pursuing? Why do we rarely feel happiness and experience more pain? Does it make us stronger or weaker? Why can't happiness be there for us when we need it most? ...or is it already here? Are we so blinded by pain and hurt that we ignore it's existence? Is that thing that's always there for us is that actually happiness? If it isn't...what is it then? We look and look to try and find our what this thing is. We keep going and going until we reach the finish line. We reach the finish line and stop and we meet...it's happiness. It wasn't there for us...but it also never really left. So what was that thing that kept us going to the point we're at now? The thing that prevented everything from falling apart. The thing that kept us sane. Or perhaps it's not actually a thing, then what is it? A...feeling?