Does every human have the potential to create happiness. Happiness. The fibromyalgia of the emotions. My gram used to say “you will be as happy as you make up your mind to be”. So I guess it depends. Take the novel A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, an inspirational poverty story created from a harsh reality and the visual of a flower springing forth up through a crack in the pavement, beauty in all its glory finds its way through the grayest of circumstances. It always has. It always will.
Those who need to see it are drawn to its color. It is a beacon that speaks to our soul. So to is happiness. It can be found and created in the same manner in ourselves, for ourselves. And then shared as all lights are a beacon in the dark. If one can look beyond the present circumstances (and present because “happiness” tends to be circumstance driven for the immature) it is plausible to find joy or peace or contentment in the midst.
So yes it depends. Happiness is a creative experience we choose to make. And as all created things begins with a task of sort, this requires a sacrifice of drama, melancholy, woe, self, presumptions, etc.
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