The goal of human existence is happiness.

A happy family,

including a happy spouse,

happy kids,

maybe a happy dog,

in a happy neighborhood,

with a happy job,

where you can greet your happy coworkers,

and live a happy life.

A happiness that greets you in the mirror .

A happiness that never leaves you.

Right?

How many more times can I use the word “happy” before it becomes as meaningless as it looks and sounds?

5 letters rearranged in a certain order

to make a certain noise

to envoke a certain feeling

to conjure a certain image

of happy.

But what is it?

Happiness is a state of being,

isn’t it?

But to exist as happy, you’ve had to exist as anything but.

A high point among a series of lows,

the one moment that made you think,

“this is why i’m living this life.”

If everything is a high, with nothing to compare

you very well may think, life is in despair.

Happiness comes in doses, when it’s needed most,

because if the sun never set,

and clouds never rained

we’d never come to appreciate the warmth of its rays.