Buddhism. They study to always be happy and at peace with everyone in the world. That's one great place to start if you want "Happiness" in America though I'm sorry to apologize but you would have to become a billionaire to ever become happy in this country. I'm not blaming Obama completely but this isn't America anymore. This is a land of people that follow a president with the idea of sharing! to tax the rich and to give to the poor because the poor are less fortunate yet every-time I look around myself someones always bragging about welfare and being able to sit around all day and smoke weed and do drugs because Obama doesn't think drug testing is needed before someone receives welfare! they say it "Singles" them out! There's little happiness in this world and you have to have money to be happy.
happiness is when you have no worries,you have an internal contentment,when you feel nothing can defeat you,and you have all,what you want money can not bring you happiness.even the poors get it without any cost...
because we're emotional beings our happiness fluctuates on a daily basis depending on our situation. but true happiness, for me, is knowing that all the wrongs I've done to others is forgiven, through my sorrows & repentance.
Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony. Happiness is that state of consciousness which proceeds from the achievement of one?s values. Happiness is something that you are and it comes from the way you think. Happiness is essentially a state of going somewhere, wholeheartedly, one-directionally, without regret or reservation. Happiness is different from pleasure. Happiness has something to do with struggling and enduring and accomplishing.
A Frenchman, an Italian and a Russian were discussing this very question.
The Frenchman said, "Happiness is going to bed with a beautiful woman."
The Italian said. "That is only lust. Happiness is a beautiful pasta meal cooked in rich sauce.?
The Russian said, ?That is only gluttony. When you are sitting in your tiny flat eating cold borscht on a freezing night, and you hear footsteps pounding up the stairs, and your door is broken in by three big men with clubs, when they say, ?Comrade Lutkin?? and you say, ?He lives upstairs.? THAT is happiness.