At some point in your life, between angst and the often bitter realization of being 'grown up', you have to stop thinking that the world owes you anything. Above all, that the world owes you happiness.
I spent far too long making the assumption that I was somehow void of ever being able to be happy, because the 'realist' in my believed it should just happen. Good things come to those who wait? False. Good things come to those who work.
You don't spend your life on a journey towards happiness. It's not a goal, it can never be a goal.
Happiness is spending the morning around raw fish, laughing and falling in love with people because they're amazing and interesting and claim and captivate. Happiness is seeing that moment, not ignoring it or waiting for it.
At some point between bitterness and acceptance, you have to realize that this is either happiness, or it isn't, and make a choice to see it there, or see it elsewhere. No journey, no goal, just life. In all its fucked up beautiful glory.
In somewhat related news, this was far too much sashimi for three people, but we did it anyways. Now excuse me while I get lost in limbs and afternoon naps until hockey starts.
I hope every day feels this way for you too.