What really is this word that we strive so desperately to achieve? Money, possessions, status? Is it the thing we get by working ourselves to death in a job that we have little passion for, so we are able to stow away the benefits for ourselves? Is it the elation we receive after reaching an insignificant goal, that quickly passes, and brings us back to our gloom? Happy is not an object. You can’t touch it or taste it or loose it or find it. Happy is a state of mind, happy is a way of life. To be happy is to accept yourself, The pursuit of happiness is sending out a mere invitation to the possibility…just do the things that make you smile. Draw a picture, ride a bike, laugh, sing a song, write down what you are thankful for. Surround yourself only with the people that you love, and soon you will feel what happy really is.