Magic

There are no guarantees.

That's the thing about happiness.  You just can't save up for it, or bank on it, or buy it.

Everybody's sense of happiness is a little bit different and comes in a slightly different form, or way.

The only absolute common denominator is that it is always something felt.

Feelings are the closest thing to pure magic I know of.  They fly in out of nowhere and assault my world turning it right side up or upside down, so I try to make sure there is always room for happiness to get in.

A cracked cup, or broken phone, a financial disaster, or loss of a loved one can shed enough pieces to fill in the cracks with ease, but I keep sweeping out the extraneous material in the hope that my world will always be holey enough for joy.