Happiness. An elusive feeling. Why does one not feel happy? Is there something missing? Something you want so desperately, but you cannot get it? So close, yet so far. Would it be easier to look at the things you have and appreciate having it? Would that make one happy? Or fulfilling one's wishes. Would that make one happy? Sunsets and sunrises. Rainbows and butterflies. Snowflakes and hot chocolate. Why do these things make one happy? Is it the good memories linked to such objects? Or is it the biological changes that make one feel happy? Happiness. Maybe, just maybe, one day we'll find it.