Realization of Happiness

The question is : Exactly when do we feel happy? Or is being happy the same as being content? They all are merely the form of elementary confusion around the matter. Confusion arises in the form of sarcasm pulled on the perception of your knowledge on this universal behavior and eventually grows into a virtual inquisitor who questions you at every folly moment or two; "Are you really sure that you should feel happy about this?". And there you are, ditching every good moment for a moment of restlessness for a resolution. Once you are caught in the whirlwind of trading what comes as a natural expression of happiness with spurious cries of confusion, you are rarely left without a question being stamped upon the worthiness of that moment. Therefore you must'not allow your mind to indulge in these rhetorical questions.
We now have learnt that a question upon happiness should not be entertained because once tried for an answer, it not only burgeons more questions but also contributes to the incipience of doubt about one's personality by attacking the confidence and belief.
Mark Twain has said, "If you are not happy here and now, you never will be". Thus the concept of being happy should be left out of the mill that only churns out what it produces. So if you need a reason to smile, you need a psychologist too.
Feeling happy about 'something' differs entirely from feeling happy about 'somebody'. You always question yourself when it comes to being happy about somebody. The major processing parameter when u appraise somebody for expressing or even experiencing your own happiness for him/her is the attention or response from the other side when you were sometime happy. You dig your memory to justify your happiness for somebody just so you can come up with an argument commanding not to. The reason why I am pointing this outright is because it is true for most and natural to the core of self. Being secure is what everybody wants. The security comes with the sense of relief planted by the observation that you have nothing to do about that person or that occasion. You actually become more selfish at that point than any other in your life when the scene or person actually demanded happiness to be expressed or experienced by you but you turned your back towards it by not acknowledging it as worthy. You abandon your happiness for a fleeting moment of judgement, a concomitant feeling of faux security dovetailed by the sense that you did not divulge your precious and secret smile to anything unrelated to selfish benefits. You stop. You move on. What remains mocking your frail sense of profit is your happiness...