Brilliant and beautiful.
Quit chasing it. Happiness does not like to be chased.
It does admire a good heartbreak, though. A cleansing and terrifying dark night of the soul. A valley of disillusionment. A pit of despair. Happiness loves anything that is ego-shattering, identity-breaking, safety-smashing.
Happiness sniffs it out. Shows up quietly. Investigates. Watches and waits. Peers in the window. Scratches at the door.
You won’t notice at first.
You won’t notice for a long time.
(Anguish has a way of getting all our attention.)
You won’t even be thinking about happiness anymore.
Then one morning, you’ll wake up and walk outside and stumble right over it.