Is anyone happy?

I turn my head to the left, and see someone who is not happy, to the right... only the illusion of contentment. I gave someone props the other day for being happy. I know, I assumed, but for appearances sake, it seemed that way. Come to find out, it's not happiness at all. Yesterday my boss informed me, "nobody's happy dude". This is where, in my mind I'm thinking, well, I am. But I don't dare say it out loud without a big log to knock on right beside me.

All of these things good or bad are there for a reason. Every moment we have to stand here and stare was given to us for a reason. NO matter how bad things go I'd like to think that I can savor the moments that I'm in your presence, the moments I am here in this world to exist by your side. My love makes me think of this thing that will tear my heart apart. Do I want my bones to still exist or would I rather have the vessel burned? The way we collided and how we will evolve and remain makes me happy. I am happy...