Why does happiness have to be so fleeting? We think we can hold onto it, but it’s ever taking flight. Happiness can morph into madness in an instant or be extinguished in a sad, unexpected moment like a moth to a flame. If only I could hold it always and keep it safely cradled against my chest. But happiness always finds a way to elude me. I’m watching right now as it inconspicuously floats away.