ironic

‘When living starts blooming, Life rears its ugly head’. Isn’t it so sarcastically true. Its such a contradiction, that when we start feeling that everything is finally alright, everything is finally falling back into place, everything is just going fine, something goes wrong, we lose something which was not meant to be lost, something very fundamental to our life, something we always trusted, and that breaks us, so apart that our definition of life changes, our motto for living changes, our ability to dream subsides, and that make us realize that happiness is just a state of mind, just a point of view which induces it, happiness is something very relative to our own dialect, something defined in our own language, something which may not be highly intelligible but deeply introspective.
But still the question prevails, where's happiness when we need it the most?
May be because ‘happiness’ too gets exhausted and sometimes, takes a break!!!