It may sound strange, but when I'm alone I dont even think about happyness, I'm simply... existing, doing what I do, and if I didn't enjoy it, I wouldnt be doing it..
I guess though I feel empty inside unless I'm pursuing a goal that touches people somehow... So yes, I guess that is the pursuit of happyness.
Happyness or life...
What about... dieing for what makes you, or those you feel, happy?
Therefore living isn't about achieving happiness, simply existing..
hmmn
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All hail the new flesh, cause it suits me fine!