It is really comical the way in which we constantly keep seeking happiness and forget our daily lives. This scavenging act of ours isn't healthy, no, it's merely a state of mind we have come to depend upon. No wonder life seems to be fleeting by, if we are all but engrossed in such proverbial pursuits.
It is the act of chasing after happiness that tends to make us unhappy. We keep setting certain standards of happiness that we believe to be essential, but this search and struggle for that ever elusive happiness is totally fruitless. What we manage in achieving is monotony, a boring and lacklustre lifestyle.
And the truth is we are annoyingly reactive to situations and forget to keep control of our emotions and ultimately our lives. We have this tendency to blame our misfortunes on someone or something. But how's that going to make things better?