Can one better himself (NOT Him/herself. Fuck that shit. I am using the gramaticly correct himself referring to both genders; so fuck off) when striving for happyness on a daily basis. I don't think so. Daily happy people are fucking hippies. You must find that balance between striving, driving... and relaxing. Daily happyness leads down a path of deceptive bliss. soon, the bright sunny path lined with sleeping bags, pretty girls in dresses, and grande wet cappucino's turns dark and looses the girls, coffees and mountaineering gear. One by one. For it can't support such extravigances alone.