People live their lives always trying to be happy. Ironically, they never are happy.
I say get angry. Get angry. Why try to be happy? Get bitter. I think that’s enjoyable, more enjoyable than trying to be happy. Happiness usually comes with terms…bitter has no terms. You can be sure you will be angry, but you cannot trust if you will be happy. Dont deny the pleasure of hatred. When hatred has finally blossomed, from whence it was a worm, and became the giant moth, it is a beautiful aroma and stench. Embrace the filth.
It is only in anger that we can attempt to right wrongs, it is only in the ensuing chaos that change can occur. Happy is a utopian ideal from which concepts (such as) of a societal utopia stem; simultaneously largely impossible, irrelevant and arguably evil. Happy=wrong.