I figured out when I was young that things don’t make you happy, people don’t make you happy. Only by finding that which always existed inside you will you know what happiness is. Life is transitory, we all come and go. Things are gained, lost or eventually breakdown. Having a mind and heart that fosters good will toward others, a soul that seeks to elevate itself above human designs, only then will we be able to know our TRUE SELVES. None of us are born who we are but we can become who we are meant to be.