Are we really happy?

I was on my way to work when I heard a song called "Happiness is overrated", and it got me thinking...

We dedicate every waking moment to the pursuit of happiness, however each of us can manage to do it. Even when we're not consciously striving to do so, everything we do is with that same end, be it direct and immediately, or planning towards a far-fetched future. Studying, skipping school, getting into and out of relationships, traveling, playing, doing sports, being a couch potato, fighting, enjoying music, hating music, working, not working, saving money and time, wasting them, eating, trying new foods, always eating the same, going out, staying home, drinking, getting wasted, cheating, enjoying ourselves, sulking, having friends, having enemies, feeling good, feeling miserable, feeling bad, getting angry... everything gets us closer to it.

And that's ok, because it's in our nature to do so.

But then I see something like the title of that song, and wonder. Are we happy? Is anyone ever truly happy? Or do we think we are happy when we're only satisfied, or comfortable? We only realize we were happy when we are happy no more. And that sucks.

Well, that's just a thought.