So I sit here, looking in the vicinity, trying to find what is happiness. I look at all the gloomy faces around me who have similar questions. Everyone around me is running in a random direction; all in search of something. Difficult to pinpoint what they are after, but pretty clear that whatever they're after relates to happiness somewhere. What is happiness? What defines it? Is it part of our journey? Or is it the destination? What makes someone happy? So many questions, and everyone is looking for an answer. And guess what? The answer is there inside us. We just fail to see it. Refuse its existence and keep on dwelling on its non-existence. Yes! We like being unhappy. Worse, we don't like if someone else is happy. We talk about making world a better place to live? Then let's not kid ourselves anymore. Human intelligence should serve its purpose. We should learn to be content with what we have. All above questions would answer themselves. I rest my case.