Happiness is a handful of water

The construct of happiness is the most perplexing that humans have ever devised. We each must grasp it, but the nature of it is like a heap of water, impossible to grab hold of, impossible to keep from slipping through our fingers.

We travel through this life, reaching for it again and again, enjoying its cool wetness momentarily, before it flees, taking our smiles as prisoners. If we are resolved and lucky enough, we might at least remember the feeling as it slips away, but we can never truly hold it in our hearts.

Thank God animals and plants never cultivated the notion of happiness, as an object, a thing to chase after. They just are happy. They never severed it from their souls, only to run after it forever, as we did.