This has legs. Adulthood has been a major disappointment thus far. I can say, without condemning myself, that I can no longer pursue happiness. Happiness is to found in moments and at the bottom of a bottle of beer, the rest of the time is mild stress and contentedness with ones lot and working on my goals without pomp or self adulation.

Young adulthood is the harshest. Especially exiting the student’s world from the top and entering adult life as the bottom feeder. Hang in there until you succeed at one of the games: family, friends, work, wealth, workteam, Instagram, your rock band, company animal, NGO...

I've often wondered if happiness is something akin to grasping sand, that the harder we pursue it the more elusive it becomes and that rather we happen upon it as we try for things that are meaningful or even just being content with what is already.

There is a very long philosophical and artistic tradition that explores this exact concept.