True happiness is a spiritual discipline that comes from seeing the Good without denying the evil.
I tend to follow a self-deluding path: I am consistently guilty of seeking happiness through controlling my circumstances and parceling out life to myself in ways that I deem appropriate.
Seeking happiness through control is destined to failure. When I am old, I will not be in control of virtually any of my circumstances. I will probably live in a place that I wouldn't choose, being told to eat at times I may not choose, eating food I would not choose [Oreos will probably be off limits ], and seeing loved ones less than I would choose.
But I can still be happy. If I respond to Life by consistently seeking to be emotionally resilient, spiritually mature, and truly benevolent, I will consistently become a happier person. Developing such a mindset seems like an impossible challenge, but rising to that challenge and discovering Grace is what makes real happiness possible. At least for me.
Hence, my happiest moments are when I am transported out of my self absorbed self. Too bad such moments are so few and far between. But, they are like water to a thirsty plant.