A person never truly understands the meaning of the word happiness until they experience it for the first time in their life.
I think as children, we have a glimpse of what it is like to be truly happy. I think that comes with innocence. But as innocence slips through the cracks of our fingers, it is our job as human beings to search for that feeling once more.
It may take all your life, lying on your death bed, blinking for the last time, and with that last blink, with your eyes closed tight, you realize that you lived a happy life, and things were not always as bad as they seemed. Then you open your eyes one last time, the new gleamΒ Β in them giving those surrounding you a glimmer of hope, looking forward to the future.
Or, you may find it in the smallest of things. You may be lucky enough to experience that feeling of pure bliss without any reason to. To just be happiness. To carry it with you. And even if times get rough, you are still able to hold onto that feeling.