I tell you, it has become apparent to me that my struggles in life are beautiful things. I won’t deny that happy days don’t feel good, but they are easy. I make great choices because they come with ease and do not require thought. If there is a such thing as “going with the motions” them the flow is free.
However, if living in darkness and one must be light- there is beauty. If filled with sorrow and one can still feel joy for those who are happy- there is beauty. If others are doing well and one is living in the grips of poverty and not feel resentment- there is beauty. If I can take my dissatisfaction with the human plight & conditions and still see beauty- there, my friends, is evidence of God and love.
There is no depth to being a good person when things are going well… No, my friends live through hell and still believe in heaven.
I think that is how one finds happiness.