Sometimes we hope, that simply by being alive,
happiness would be something we will find
or stumble onto with utmost certainty.
But waiting for happiness to occur by chance or luck
is the equivalent of a reward without merits or a prize
without struggle or effort.
In other moments we wish,
that happiness would be cast through a magic spell,
an incantation a dream or an illusion.
But there aren’t too many sorcerers among us,
as “life wizards” are very hard to find,
since the formula to morph dreams into happiness
is an exceptional virtue that very few possess.
Why is happiness so elusive, unexpected, and ephemeral?
Can we ever find it, and if we do, would we know it?
If so, would we enjoy it?
Would we be appreciative of the privilege
and treasure it afterwards forever?
Some believe that
in order to attain happiness, it must be pursued.
Hence, it is a derivation
