Happiness isn’t a constant, it isn’t a given, and it’s so damn subjective.
Sometimes I wonder if I have experienced the notion of happiness before. What does euphoria feel like, is whatever joy that I’ve received a genuine outburst of emotion? Or is it a pale shadow to what true happiness feels like.
Is this why we cling onto life even when you feel everything is worthless because we have the hope that tomorrow will be a better day?