We can always find something that makes us happy. Sustaining it is the problem.
What is everlasting happiness? Finding your true self, finding the thing/things you love?
Do we wait for the clouds to change, or is it respecting all things good or bad.
These questions drive humanity in huge ways.

How in the world are any of us suppose to make a path
when it could teeter totter each way at any moments notice?
Some say to use those fears and survive to be happy, or to embrace and live to be happier.

I have lot's of things to make me happy, but I still find myself striving for more of something.
Many days and nights spent doing nothing, my mind feeling itself fade.
Is this what bliss is suppose to feel like?

Perhaps (at least one way) to true happiness, is to set a driving force behind what you do.
The gratification of wanting to accomplish something and going out to do it out of free will.
The most happy people are the ones who lacked something, and found it on their own.
Perhaps it is easier to not bother with trying to accomplish anything.
But I'm finding it harder and harder to let my mind go to waste.

I need to get out of my Wading Pool of Rainclouds.