I must say, I watch as everyone around me wishes for the most happiness for themselves, for others, but ultimately themselves.

The chase for this happiness never seems to end, it never seems to be fulfilled, yet this is what people pursue. A never-ending road, and if one is to be in a state of depression, then no wonder they wish to give up, for the only pursuit they can otherwise think of is unfulfilling.

Do we then give up the idea of happiness? Not so, for happiness can drive us in a moment, but if it exists and is not the goal then might there be a particular reason we have it as a gift at any moment?