It's human nature to hope that happiness exists. To search it in every smile and hug, to assume it's existence in every passage and every sentence, even if you have to read between the lines. Happiness is the goal of the masses, it's the push to keep working, to keep trying, trekking on forward endlessly, even though the road seems so dark and bleak.
 
The search for happiness is not weakness, it is a result of hunger and pain. The search for happiness is the fight to free the soul. The light that ignites the future, the reason to succeed, to survive, to carve your name in the flesh of the universe. Have the core of the Earth sing out your name, or simply to feel her next to you. This is happiness.
 
Happiness is never permanent but that's what makes it so precious.