We don’t find real happiness because we are not satisfied ever with anything that we have. Maybe there is satisfaction for a short time but, in the long run, we are still looking, searching, sometimes grabbing. The happiness we seek seems to evade us, seems to be so slippery, that the moment we get hold of a little bit, we try to hold on to it with all our life. Why? Because we know that it is so rare and it can vanish at any time.