What is happiness? Is there a formula about it; if you have a house, a car, a job, and family are you considered happy? Or is it decided by an active social life or tons of money? How about a beautiful face? Are those celebrities you read about in the tabloids the happiest people in the world?
I don't know the formula, and sometimes I wish I could find it. And then there are times when I think I have had it all this time. It always seems to come in simplest times. Such as curling up with a good book with my cat purring beside me, or having a conversation with a friend or family member.
I think that maybe we have become so obsessed with "finding" happinesses that we let it slip through our fingers. Its the small moments that make happiness maybe because they can't be duplicated, forced or bought. You can buy a cat and a dog but you can't buy their love and trust. You can purchase a house but no amount of money can turn it into a home.