Contingencies...

On what does your happiness depend?
Who or what makes you happy?
Without these things what are you?
Are you miserable, depressed, lost in despair and reaching out for something to fill the gaps left by the absence of which you depend?
We are a fragile people that rely on contingencies to feel complete.  Take them away, the contingencies, and we fall apart and scramble for something, anything, to numb the pain.
Surely, that is not all there is... That is not true happiness... It's avoidance...  It's looking out instead of in...