That brand of  egoistic happiness I would never endorse or subscribe to.  It is dehumanising and maligned. Happiness is a gift of grace or conferred by fate and I'm blessed and also grateful to be the beneficiary. I could only do so much to bring myself to that state of realisation and no more as I'm never in control of the forces of and circumstances of life imposed on me. I am a fragile and brittle blade of grass in the immense field of the universes exposed to the wildest and most violent winds and storms. All that I can hope for is mild weather conditions such that I could exist, am secure and be content with my lot alongside the endless row of green mates.

True happiness is possible only if I am humble. It's not something to be talked about or displayed. I don't go around to parade my happiness as a victor would show the trophy he had won. We don't want to be admired for whatever happiness that has come our way. We hold it in silence and gratitude.
We don't beam with that measure of h ( abbreviated for happiness) before others as to hint some magnificence has entered our life. That's totally odious as it smacks of self-gratification and smugness.
And above all, we cause extreme discomfort and distress, especially to those who are in a state of misery.

I can't think of h in isolation. It's not about me, for me or for my own sake. I've to relate it to my family whom I love more than myself. For how could I be happy when they are not?
( to continue in next episode)