the truth of happiness.

I spend alot of my time wondering about things, like what's going on with my life, what my direction is. What I want to achieve, it seems though, that as soon as I become happier or content with my musings, things change around me. It seems as though I achieved things too early, and now I wonder if I chose right. I am unusually happy, at times though this gets mashed in with tinges of depression. Is this malais, intrinsically linked with being human? are those people that I observe, who are interminably happy, really content with everything in their lives or do they just appear that way. So the question is this; is happiness truly real, or a figment of our perception?

Many will say of course it's real, just look at all of the happy people out there. But more and more I'm beginning to feel that true happiness is only a transient thing that occurs for periods of time. For instance; even when you are really depressed, there is still the opportunity for smiling and cheer, though when you are happy, it is so so easy to fall into the opposing side. Is it that we let ourselves fall into this so easily? do we have the psychological tools to cope with this? apparently some people are more predisposed to depression than others, am I one of those people? would genetics tell us this or is our depression created from extenuating circumstances... I am a rock in water... with all thigns flowing past me, not affecting, just passing