I think we are made to have to go through so much shit, through a myriad of false hopes and broken bonds, before reaching what we feel, call or at least presume to be happiness.
That way we know how precious it is, how grateful we should be to be able to even touch it with the ends of our fingers.
Or maybe this is just one big circus and we need to keep jumping through flaming hoops to keep the audience cheering.
*I just remembered, Cirque du Freak is this book series I used to love so much back in the day. Awww.